IN SEARCH OF MY BRAIN

I feel like a human experiment.
Thieves have stolen my brain.
I have no sense of timing.
The mirror does not recognize me.
I feel a dimness of sight.

I walk the streets confused.
I lose myself in these streets.
I am in search of my brain.
I am stuck in traffic.
I am deaf to the sounds of birds.
I am at a loss for the simple things.

editors note:

Yes, petri dish denizens, we be. No brains, no reason; just drive. – mh clay

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