CaveThought

 Imagine a cavern: darkness and silence,
 Broken betimes by the faintest of glows,
   Trickle of water in rock. 
 
 Then for an instant a sliver of sunbeam
 Slips through a rift and reflects from a pool,
   Scatters off facets of gold.
 
 Light breathes on a mirror of ice and then focuses
 Down to a point, at a droplet that hangs
   Poised on the never-yet-seen.
 
 Two ponderous, pendulous, crystal stalactites
 Touch, clasp, and fuse --- and the pattern is changed.
   New threads appear in the stone.
 
 As neurotransmitters bridge gaps in a cortex,
 Water's course shifts; pathways open and close. 
   So thinks the mind of the cave.

• Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 12:11:05 (EDT) = Datetag20000628

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