Mind
That which is stored in the brain pops out in an array of privilege.
Helplessness takes hold of the mind that recognises only itself at each advance. It realises there is no escape from self, that all the movement, rushing into the world, is only a retreat from the stationary.
Watery eyes say I love you. Fond memories stuck in the chest. If it were not the body throwing up a constant story of fluid leakages this brain would have forgotten.
Blow the echo from the head. This common misconception or mind - not how the organism understands content.