A Brain is a Heart Logan Hughes A brain is a brain, an organ aware of itself, in sickness and in health, ‘til death does it part. A heart is a heart, unaware of logic, Feeling, each moment as it passes, in constant conflict with the brain. A brain is thought, wherein ideas rush by in a flurry, memories pop like the light bulbs flashes of ancient cameras.
But, how bizarre! That a brain interprets a heart. An attempt to convert feeling to thought. Pigment to grayscale. However, you cannot describe emotion, just as you cannot describe color. And so, the brain often fails in keeping its logical separation. A brain is a heart, confused and complicated, rational and irrational, colorful and gray.
A heart is incapable of such thought, it does not store memories, every emotion as impactful, poignant, as if it were being felt for the first time. A brain is rational, distinguishing blacks from whites and the varying shade of gray between. It tries to learn from memories. A heart is irrational, generally unreliable, a ceaseless dance of vibrant colors.
Creating a Hole Logan Hughes A misplaced step
A subtle shift in weight Improbability takes the bait Exploding through the floor That was so thin; like plaster A calamity, a grand disaster For a moment dazed A single leg dangling Disembodied and quite baffling Then retracted No longer numb from shock Quickly, only seconds on the clock Red and raw, now Beginning to bruise-A galaxy of colors--purples and blues Limp away Through hot dusty air Rapidly after the terror and scare