First they cut away the skull.
Leaving just the brain.
Then they poked around.
Looking for the clot.
The ugly perfection of the disembodied mind.
Severed from the senses.
An island of thought and memories.
In a ward of physical entities.
The quintessence of metaphysics.
On a surgeon's plate.
Pumped full of pitch perfect oxygenated blood.
Thump, thump, thump.e
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