Soft Pink Blancmange – a poem.

Soft Pink Blancmange

 

A soft pink blancmange

Singing with electricity

Alive

With dreams.

 

A folded gelatine

Infused with chemistry

Alive

With ideas.

 

A throbbing mass

Network of mystery

Alive

With awareness

 

A strange organ

Spawning memory

Alive

A universe.

 

A cellular matrix

Containing our personality

Alive

Our history.

 

Opher – 27.2.2019

 

 

The brain is such a mystery. It sits, throbs and contains the whole universe.

All our senses record, our mind dreams, is reduced to digital firing and appears as pictures.

Nothing is real. Nothing is as it seems.

The whole universe is in our heads.

Nothing is real.

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