ORGANIC BLOOM
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THE brain constructs its systems to enclose The steady paradox of thought and sense; Momentously its tissued meaning grows To solve and integrate experience. But life escapes closed reason. We explain Our chaos into cosmos, cell by cell, Only to learn of some insidious pain Beyond the limits of our charted hell; Only to find a startling grief, a sin Incredible and true. So, vast and vaster The plasmic circles of gray discipline Spread outward to include each new disaster. Enormous floats the brain’s organic bloom Till, bursting like a fruit, it scatters doom.