by Gary Hardaway
The brain taints everything it brings to us
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,
all the things it thinks it knows.
It is the ever-unreliable narrator
of events it sorts and remembers
for you, for it. Its orthodoxies make
a complex construct of pure distraction
from the world as it really is. One
must trick it with cameras and equations
into knowing much of anything at all.