Thoughts and entanglements from the limits of my mind Within in the cerebral cortex; Fissured and deep The folded contours The map of my life In laminar flow across Hemispheres; Woven, those gossamer threads, Tangled wires of emotion, Beads Of thought Which link us to places Long buried; When awakened, they Resurface, fragmented From the hidden depths.
Each of us carries The map of our lives On our skin In the way that we move In the people we meet. Recognisable Of that inner cognition? Or refined and guarded A manicured exterior? The mirror’s reflection, Intricately complicated, So I hardly know myself, And yet in One I am fully known For we are beautifully and Wonderfully made.