Poem: The Brain Juggler

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My latest five-line poem, which started as an endeavor to write a five-line poem each day, but has come more every-other-day. Nonetheless.

The Brain Juggler

i juggle my brain with no hands
watching as it hangs high in the air —
neuron juices stinging my eyes,
blinding me to the reality of
my brain being a puppeteer.

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