The line is Allen Ginsberg’s of course: “who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan/angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated…” (“Howl”)
In spiritual terms once you’ve bared your brains to Heaven you do not cover them up again.
Once you’ve bared your brains to Heaven the meanings will no longer fit subjective expectations.
A bared brain resists concretistic lingo. It sees an albino peacock where a covered noggin sees merely dirty stairs.
The bared brain is unperturbed by its own uselessness.
It has parallel dreams.
First it runs along the sea line; then it IS the sea line.
Its powered by perpetual current.
Its not concerned with wish fulfillment.
Its equally composed of truth and error.
In the water of dreams it is a school of flitting fish called the moment…
This is my origami for Thursday, August 6, 2009. See post below…
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
I’m new to your blog and find it remarkable — I can’t wait to scroll back and read everything. I have a daughter with severe epilepsy and developmental disabilities and strive, always, to articulate our life together. You have done a bit of that here and I appreciate it.
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