My Mind's Home

A Poem by Ah Lecks

What my mind might wish for

Flick the switch and write it all, splatter it on surfaces like paint on the wall, write it all, never stall, and sing the words your mind's music plays, and dance in a sway that moves with the flow of life of which plays like a theatrical performance and you're the starring role, with a blindfold, arms sticking out, all see the best actor bumping and bumbling around like an imbecile, thought it depicts everything that ever existed with the path that might be straight in the mind, but a literal beeline for everyone to see, darting bug with water skis, no waves, no ripples. The pond is more, much like a mirror with a story to tell, suspense is a big part as the time it takes to tell is more than a few lifetimes, of singing and dancing in plays, with stories of mirrored walls and forever run halls, sun out, eyes mourn, moon out, love born, of and in between every creature that howls at it and serenades under it. Symbolism meets realism and creates a world in between, of art and sensitivity and rules with times and dark colors and raindrops forever slow and constant. Puddles a'portals, linking one to another, with visions that teach and light up with the things you wish to see at that second. Mind cannot take the speed so easily, so teach itself to take a second and make each a year. Live and live and move on.