third person

your mind is a kennel, barking
dogs circle. there is so
much to be said but it is
hard to get out, so you sit you
lift a paw you loop into a
position of sleep. your

mind is mumbai. crowded and
hot, as all the neurons weave
around in stimulus chaos. your

mind is a celestial transit. one
body moving in front of the other
till any bodies with consciousness
knock out a religion on stone your

mind is a supermarket. reaching
for whatever you want as if
billfold is endless. no list, no
round up to single trip spend as
you want all


the time.


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