My brain’s archives are inaccessible, short-
circuiting thoughts and memories, the pain
of losing the one opportunity to see my dad
an anaesthetic that simply switches off the
brain, pain silenced the crocodile
It has been ages since I read anything, no
book or newspaper can interest the frontal
lobe cortex, the brain-stem crocodile knows
this is death to love and dies without a sign
of its demise, leaving me dead also...
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