The Brain That Would Not Die Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Brain That Would Not Die

They hear the old sage speaks along with the poets,
Squalors and love splendors,
Old world and new city splendors,
The grasses and the new futures,

They could but wish to remain as old cathedrals,
Witherings with centuries,
A mind that does not die,
A brain skeptical, punctual, habitual,
Spiritual and conscious,

A brain, a speech, the simile, a concept, an oracle or a portal,
A thread holding the strands of unlimited imaginations,
As life is soft as mollushs and perishes in the hard surfaces,

But maybe on the deep sanctums of
consciousness, some remaineda mystery, a paradox, outlasting these timeless galaxies.
Denying mortal decays.