Your brain has been searching

Inside your brain for your brain

Trying so desperately to erase

The stains left by past expeditions

All the 2^nd hand visions

And 3^rd hand limits

To understanding

It is the dawn of the

Newest man

Sunset strained by nervous

Descents into darkness

It is the morning of

The beautiful

Tides have grown and

Fallen silently

Knowing their noise

Could cause an uproar

Of once faded crescents

Building to the sky

Your mind has been finding

Your mind inside your mind

Now it’s tired

Knowing there’s nothing to find

Except time.