The mind revealed
and wouldn't it be weird
if we could click on our name page
and see - our mind!
spread out in all its random,
untidy, crossed-out, raggedy,
contradictory, half-chewed,
etc.
it just doesn't bear
half thinking about
how clever of, let's say,
Providence,
to keep it like it is, invisible; we,
letting it out under supervision,
teeth clean, polished shoes,
opinions prepared
for the lunch-break
and water cooler
and photocopier
and under supervision even more strict,
maximum security,
'association hour', when
it mixes with the lifers,
the condemned,
the emotions,
the instincts;
yes, better keep mind
behind closed doors;
there's only so much space
for the untidy,
savage,
so busy,
inconsequential,
vulnerable,
rutted,
God-given so they say
mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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