BRAIN ON AUTOPILOT
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Gopi Kottoor (India)
The brain on autopilot is
climbing the skies,
40,000 feet above the
islands of our breaking hearts,
Pretending it’s all
iron; among
the kissing clouds
In love’s amphitheatre,
flower fields of
nakedness,
in oxytocin, and
vasopressin madness,
simmering before descent,
is crashing, to earth, as
rain.
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