Brain-Storm
I thought about thinking, pure meta-cognition
Reflective, reflection, creative ignition
So, breaking the lock, I slip into the engine
Subversive, cerebral, divine intervention
I arrive not in light but perpetual pain
I suppose this psychosis I chose is the same
As the beast in the mirror, mirror image of me
That I see softly sway from a branch on a tree.
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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