The Extra Brain

More of a curse than blessing.

Mainly I like to cock the left

Hemisphere leeward to drink

In the vital sea air while the right

Peruses The Wreck of the Medusa

-Salty quadrasensical rush-

Waking later with sand in my eyes.

When the great organs of publicity ask

What it's like, I ask them to imagine

Two moths swimming rings,

Each mistaking the other

For a source of light.