electrochem pathways
that bend and chicane
through neuronal history
doors set their walls
portals closed upon chambers
where caches of treasure
knowledge cumulative
within DNA channels
come down through the ages
of natural selection
but only the bona fide
curious intellect
cares to keep keys
that open the locks
guarding wisdom of men
while the rest of the race
merely uses these routes
for their quick coasting
thoroughfare broaching a
blissfully blithe state of
conscious indifference
undriven to know any more
than what finds their
next comfortable meal
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much appreciated
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😀
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conscious indifference
undriven to know any more
than what finds their
next comfortable meal
we seem to get more like this everyday…
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unfortunately true
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Well said
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thanks, simon
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Ever the philosopher; the sage – bravo Sir.
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thank you, my friend
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I do think I keep a box of keys for brave days when I want to look behind doors–some of the locks are quite rusty, and I suspect that substitutes for a “caution light”.
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perhaps some doors are best left shut
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Someone once told me, “there are alleys in your mind where it’s best you don’t walk alone”.
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conscious indifference, the state of man…
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well put
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