the grey matter garden (second part)

running wild still at the edges of eden
where deep caverns open to let in more dark
and then heat of a sun
makes its piercing way in
igniting a light that began with a spark
branches on trees reach like arms who wear leaves
where are the seeds of similes
all always away ahead alluded
rules from men's minds sometimes polluted
split personality one on one
one on the couch one behind the desk
where dogs can talk, cats snidely smile
where we feel the tear of a crocodile
where poor are rich and rich are poor
a terminal condition none can cure
minute specks of flesh and blood
paradise found or sunk in mud
flying hurricanes of silent words
nightmares to daydreams to fantasies
the vile the vulgar the purest pure
tiny synapses grey matter wind blown
to grow in dimensions twilight zones
insuring survival of their kind
forwards backwards backward forward
back in time yet traveling toward
packed worn clothes in time's old suitcase
trudging to the future