The brain constructs its systems to enclose
The steady paradox of thought and sense; 
Momentously its tissued meaning grows 
To solve and integrate experience. 
But life escapes closed reason. We explain 
Our chaos into cosmos, cell by cell, 
Only to learn of some insidious pain 
Beyond the limits of our charted hell, 
A guilt not mentioned in our prayers, a sin 
Conceived against the self. So, vast and vaster 
The plasmic circles of gray discipline 
Spread outward to include each new disaster. 
Enormous floats the brain's organic bloom 
Till, bursting like a fruit, it scatters doom.