The head is the mind tube
The skull a kind of home for the brain
The place of dormant rooms
dimly lit
Academies bright and full of young cells
open and virtuous
energetic and intrepid
A viable environment
The heart sends up it's feelers
To connect itself to thought
through vacant apartment buildings
Where vagrant spirits loiter
yet through the feelers go
wandering on desperately seeking
those brilliant academies well lit
churning with life and growth
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