This high domed carapace
where the mind lives and moves
in and out of a present moment
of consciousness
within that jellied mass of brains.

Where all is relative and nothing stays the same
extended unintended memories to remind of love
pain or shame or happiness or the simple reminders of mortality.

Where we taste the bitterness of a lemon or choose the sweetness of a peach to eat
before its all too late and the taste of death on your tongue
tells your mind "this is the flavour of your last exhaled breath".