![]() Brain MatterA Poem by Davidgeoi would like to believe in the power of memory, my sacred indoor scuplture cat. independent of sharing it's mine, a home and a sculpture, all mine. my own warped reality kitty. i often pretend to remember when i was brand new, what could possibly be though? in my initial human perspective. from which it begs questions no one has answers to. did I always have this canvas for memory? before even the royal "I" remembered... i wonder... did "I" make my own medium? did they make theirs? things not simply to own or occupy... to be or not - f*****g cut yourself... you will find out. it seems so singular, now, to me. the power of the mind to remember... the feeling of forgetting, remembering. creating the power to change the shape of a room, the color of a car, the pain of a grip, the feel of a breast, an entire universe... tragically ended, into a glorious resurrection, in the span of an evening. "some people just want to watch the world burn" (batman's butler) action without need of consequence... exercise becomes competition... winning and losing, pain without movement, pleasure without effort. construction's paradise, monuments requiring no resources. memories of remindable satisfactions. amplified and twisted, from reality, and her warped reminders. (the obvious remainders) the weight of the dead. we assume the world does not disappear when we close our eyes. (and of the endless frontier, the medium of a mind in the dark?) what's the difference? © 2016 DavidgeoFeatured Review
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