these dead neurons
this hopeless tissue
this never ending darkness
roaming blindly
from street corner to street corner
never noticing anything
everything invisible
then within an instant
like a trickle of sunlight
a decorated presence
skipping to my door step
a gift
something absolutely true
a confirmation
reason
to know all
but to care for nothing
the curse of intelligence
to always be looking down
with a certain magic
some Luck
hope for the hopeless
some change in a jar
