--i have a habit of losing my train of thought.

the shape of my mind is a file tree, ----------------a matryoshka doll subdividing,
------------branching out like coral -------------------(a delicate cathedral of ancestors' bones, built over generations uncounted, growing into the great ocean towards the alien surface)
------------like veins -------------------(always always pulsing,
-----------------carrying in the fresh and bringing the exhausted home to rest, ---------------------------(arterial traffic, rush hour each beat)
-----------------cycles unending ---------------------------(seasons passing each other by)
--------------------always in flow)
------------like lightning --------------------(an illuminating crack of light etched precisely on the sky for a fraction of a second, never to re-form)
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--the shape of my mind is a thousand interlocking gears in a machine wider than my comprehension.
the shape of my mind is wikipedia
------walls of shifting text linked by silver threads of thought --------------(some well-worn and some unnoticed)
---------all referencing each other by degrees).