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My Amhgdala

Beyond the amygdala of my brain, on

a place

Around the time of now

following burst to slake the thirst

When tepid air waft sweet the succulence of honeysuckle

Those morning glories peeking through labyrinthine trellises

Poor man bereft of everything but nature

whose desire could not fulfill every creature

A Wu-wei Zen master taking in an imbibing stillness,

Like that poor amygdala, poor amygdala of mine …

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