D' Sponge Poem by Dante' Camerlengo

I have always known,
Yet it is just now that I
Am realizing
That I am not a very well
Educated man;
I wonder the brain—
Is it like a sponge?
Very absorbent
When young,
Constantly staying damp,
Never truly saturated
Unless completely
Submerged in thought
-liquid of all that is all-
Is it full.
That is never the case.
Mind, my sponge,
My two sided, cleaning utensil:
One side rough
For stubborn stains
The other...
Abused and wrung out creature of the sea,
Everyday soaking
Up something new,
To be wrung out again.
The outer surface
Drying fast,
The inner
Damp, warm
Beginning a whole new culture
Of thought!