The Ridges on the Cerebral Surface of the Brain Are Called Gyri
The black hole whirlpool van Gogh paintedover Saint-Rémy-de-Provence. Its violent winds,its quiet heart.O my soul, out the asylum window wheels in wheels roll by themselves, you carnivorous birds.Sky a pinwheel at a child’s memorial. O my soul, I am close. This nightI may be required of you.