The brain creates thoughts
Yet rarely thinks of itself
Un-self-seeing sentience
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Cancer cells creep in
No light cat’s feet involved here
Only crawling death’s hands
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Some say health is wealth
Yet wealth can be penury
If health is absent
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Breasts are beautiful
Yet can become pure terror
At a small cell’s whim
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Haiku does not come naturally to me – I tend more to prosaic bursts of thought with much syllabic activity. I do enjoy a challenge, though …
