My Callused Brain
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1 min readJun 10, 2016
Etched into these hangovers
are faint outlines of progress,
a callused brain.
It boots from rest,
churns the juices,
electrifies a pulse.
Wedged between routine and hope,
beneath happiness
but above failure.
Here we are with our feet on the runway -
not ready to fly
but at least it’s a thought.