Strange, I can reach the subatomic consciousness
of my computer, but not my brain’s particles with its
synapses firing at random & reacting to my eating
oats with pain, can’t order my ideas after receiving
a confusing text of jumbled notes to be relayed as
a clear melody - my brain refuses to kick in
No symbolic key turns on my mental ignition - why
does my laptop heed requests while my brain cells
refuse to cooperate, why does outside experience
change as a result of my presence, yet my private
thinking mechanism remains completely unmoved
orbiting a secret inner universe beyond my reach
Maybe this body belongs to the little alien in my head
not the outer ego I’ve taken such pains to cultivate –
maybe in the eternal future I’ll meet the real Gestalt
who controlled my painstakingly constructed, almost
rational outer ego trying to survive physical life - and
the emotional Little Alien directing my actions
From the inside…
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