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blind spot

Sitting here looking out
I don’t see what’s doing the looking.
That’s my blind spot. My mind
Mindlessly unaware of my brain.

There are trillions of synapses in my brain
Layers upon layers of connections
Memories from each of the five senses
Memories of feelings linked to sensations.

My brain has collected a lifetime of memories
Linking together sensations and feelings
Joining language and symbol into thoughts
Complex processes making for consciousness.

My waking mind can’t feel my brain
All those neurons without feeling.
Brain surgery doesn’t need anesthesia
We are unconscious this way.

Being aware of this blind spot
Knowing there’s more going on than I know
Living in the present memory
I find layers upon layers of meaning.

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