Postcard #4

January 24th, 2015

A nerve impulse takes a detour through my brain
Passing memories long forgotten along the way
A warm summer evening back in Kortedala
The thunder softly rumbling my amygdala

The explosions behind our young foreheads
The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex
All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex
But still lost in time's unforgiving vortex

Spiraling down the limbic system
With all of its emotional wisdom

Do you remember the mice who got to push a lever
Connected with a wire to their pleasure center
How food and water became of no interest
They kept pushing that lever until they starved themselves to death

The explosions behind our young foreheads
The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex
All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex
Slowly fading in time's unforgiving vortex