The homunculus is an ancient idea,
disproved by stringent modern science.
But look within, see your skull’s inside:
the tiny man within the cockpit

Looking through your eyes.
Mission control is a silent space
One desk, one chair, and a thousand
Levers, buttons, chains to occupy the lonely
homunculus who sits, or paces, or stares.

We’re each alone inside our heads and
none are fully understood—to bridge
the gap from one to one there’s nothing;
only self-forgetting.