An insane asylum+a squid+me? This is the computation:
A Mind, Eyes Closed
light floods in
as my mind
suddenly opens, but why--
why don't my
eyes?
quietly examine my
odd new surroundings
might this be real?
am I
alive?
hear the world
but my mind can't
see it
I'm here
I say, but they can't
see my mind
feel frightened
I'm all alone
wandering in this
place
think about how
I ended up here
my thoughts flow
easily as water
water is here,
just as I've thought it
break the surface
delve into memories
oceanic it is,
teeming with life, perhaps
mine, if it exists
feel safe here
no need to breathe even
though I'm caught under
a sea of remembering
remember what's here,
and so it is--fish, turtle, squid
remind me what it's like
to live
hear the world--still
they're speaking about me,
my brain is all wrong
but they can't see it,
how would they know?
I like it here
something tells me
this is my new
home
insane--it probably is
to live in a mind, eyes
closed
how much different
is it really?
from living
does it matter, even?
I've found
my asylum.
Despite the material nature of your metaphors and description, you always manage to write of something nonphysical.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really do appreciate the wordplay on "asylum" at the end.
Perhaps yours is more of a "sane asylum."
why thank you! i relied quite a bit on the word play to make the poem make sense haha:)
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