Brainstorm

A poem about inspiration and futility.

Amorpha (Fugue in Two Colors); František Kupka, 1912. Public Domain Image. Via The National Gallery in Prague.

Solitude is not often desired,
But I call her my mistress;
At my Broca’s boughs she’s wired —
she’s both: muse and fortress.

She promenades the halls
Made out of her own tissues,
She goes up a deoxyribonucleic staircase,
A procession of never-ending bonds.