Paths of Intellect

Pacing the paths of intellect,
I sought illuminated mangos
in the causeways of my mind.

I crossed clever bridges,
ambled astute avenues and
assayed cagey boulevards.

In the catacombs I lingered.
The twists and turns amused -
my mapped course all but lost!

But if Consciousness is fruit,
it must bloom beyond the brain -
I found only streets to swallow.

Written March 6, 2003