If you touched my head
felt the scalp beneath the colony of hair
burrowing beneath it with your fingers
like little burrowy beasts
lifting up the curtain of hair to feel
the bumps and lumps of my skull
the hardness of the bone beneath the soft
what would you find?
If you peeled back the skin
cracking open my cranium like a brittle,
would there be a mess of white-and-gray
or would it spill out ink?
ink of every color
from every page of life
and the light that scares the darkness
in the recesses of my lesions
spiders dancing up my spinal cord
spinning their webs of rainbow
and a silvery rose substance
linking brain tissue to my soul
enveloping my thoughts in hopes
holding captive the loves that
above life, limb and sanity
above country and land
would you find the hand of God
caressing my action potential
guiding electrical charges
to my waiting, obediant limbs?
if you broke open my head,
if you searched my exposed mind
could you find my heart?
-published in Farsighted (2010)