A puddle of blood
The dog’s brain
In the liquid.
His dissection was an attempt
To ratify his hypothesis
That consciousness originates in every creature’s
Pineal gland. Blood droplets descended off his table,
Motioned ripples throughout the puddle,
Crested along the lip of the metal tray and dried
Like old paint.
He cradled neurons,
Confirming what it’s like to be something.
Forever awake demeanor,
Contrasts purposeful sleep.
Mind and body are abridged
Like nails pounded into a crucifix.
A question besets the eye contact
Made among a dangling corpse
And the executioner below:
Who’s looking down on who?
Conclusions, essential conclusions,
Tattoo the mind with Occaom’s Razor.
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