My Neurons Are Old

A Poem by David R. Wyder

At the end of the work day
there’s sand from the big bang
in my shoes.

My brain is a quark modem
downloads star dust from black holes
makes sweet music.

My parallel universe friend
is just like me alone and scarred
from years of sweet abuse.

© 2014 David R. Wyder

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Added on September 17, 2014
Last Updated on September 18, 2014
Tags: technology, humanity, brain, age, abuse

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David R. Wyder

Passaic, NJ

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We only experience eternity for a short period of time. It is best to jot down notes while still here. This is what my writing entails and comes in all possible formats. Cows are my favorite subje.. more..

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