Colliculus = “little hill”
For now, I’m tapping holes in the preserved midbrain
and planting flags for each aspect of perception I conquer.
Once, ice picks hammered out personalities like pollution
and we fished in unknown lakes for the Lochness monster.
We used to read the brain as consequential bumps.
Now, we have to tackle the mind as a mountain range
named after devoured gods, mythological storms,
shapes irrelevant as constellations. Erecting
religious symbolism for each psychological corpse
in absence, as if we’ll find something more meaningful
than chaos and asymmetry in the flesh.