Each one has a sense of beauty.
Where does this perception start?
No, brain, of course!
Eyes, mouth, ears but tools of force,
But loves and fears
Lie in two spheres
Inside a skull
Above it all.
Our lovely brains, which ‘full of beans’
Contain the lot.
And we, not knowing what we’ve got,
Our preferences in teeny cells
Of silent bells
Favorites and inclinations
Throughout neurons in the billions.
Traits encased in names galore
(hundreds more which surely bore)
Only micro meters thick, sticking to each other,
Connectivity a chemistry,
Frequency a constancy,,
Language inconceivable to you and me.
Cerebral cells unsinkable,
And this, this brain
Which in itself remains an unexplained mind-blowing star,
Showing us how utterly adored we are.
Brain; cerebrum, cerebellum,
Hemispheres; corpus callosum,
Medulla oblongata, brainstem…
Oh, the wonders of this clever sum!
Neurons specialised to signal,
Process, voice and choice and will;
Conversing with…transversing cell,
Its function and detail
To do the everything that makes us whole.