down the rabbit hole...
you asked for a peek.
i wonder,
will it be what you seek?
a little tour...
the real question is,
will you want more?
best to sit back,
enjoy the ride,
hopefully when it’s over
you won’t run and hide...
i suspect
we are all
sophisticated
organic
computers.
my mind
defrags
when i sleep.
filing memories
away
in little vaults.
assigning
passwords
composed of
scent,
song,
taste,
emotion...
multidimensional triggers
of a complex organism.
were you to unlock
a random vault
of mine...
a world of horrors
or
wonder
you’d find.
for one cannot exist
without the other.
with a password
composed
of shades of blue
and the scent
of lilacs,
you may walk through
a land painted
by Van Gogh himself.
soar through the fluid turbulence
of stardust in wondrous,
vibrant color.
or perhaps,
with a password
that tastes of
rain flavored ice cream
and feels like
bare feet on gravel,
you find a demon
with a face you trust,
who’s words slice deeper than any knife.
shredding you,
to the bone
with each
syllable.
to feast on
the meat of you.
suck the marrow
from your bones.
crack open your skull
for the tasty gray treat.
as you weep
and beg
for forgiveness.
to the demon
you’ll say...
i’m sorry,
my brain doesn’t work like yours.
letters and numbers speak differently to me.
and i’m sorry,
i know things you don’t.
a sixth sense you fear.
and i’m really sorry,
i couldn’t be who you wanted.
fit the shiny predetermined mold selected
just for me.
you’ll never know
how hard i tried
to cram my form
into such a rigid contraption,
oh the bittersweet familiar pain of it.
but i’m mostly sorry,
that your brain can’t see
letters whisper secrets to decode.
that you can’t feel
the excitement
from a small child
on Christmas morning,
in all it’s glorious colors.
that you’ll never see my true beauty,
a sight to behold,
i assure you.
the depths of my mind
and all of the spectacular creatures within
will forever remain
a mystery to you
and for this,
i apologize.