I'm playing with this one. It's 800 percent raw at the moment.
Mind
I rearrange your thoughts
one change per moment,
one circuit at a time.
Soon you will not know your mind.
Then I will pull back
and leave you:
incomplete
and blunt.
Blunt, and with wires hanging from your head.
Also, check out Poems for the First 100 Days. I'm into it.
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