mind poem

the mind
is white
and bare
it is always
searching
for thoughts

the mind
is a tuber
beneath
the mountain
white as an eyeball
that never saw light

cats come
to dig it out
to lay their grubs
to conquer it
like the moon

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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