How I think

My reasonable man,

I look through my caged body,

As you wipe away with disgust,

These experiences I perspire,

And as you conceal them,

Underneath a Philosopher’s beautiful words,

I will not let you deny my knowledge.

 

These walls that make me the body and you the mind,

Tell me that I cannot think and only cry

But I ask: what is this mind?

Because I dare to think through my body,

Making my fantasy the reality,

And your reason illusory.

My unholy senses see,

My tainted perception feels,

And my body thinks,

Because I “know”.