Soft Pink Blancmange – a poem.

Soft Pink Blancmange


A soft pink blancmange

Singing with electricity


With dreams.


A folded gelatine

Infused with chemistry


With ideas.


A throbbing mass

Network of mystery


With awareness


A strange organ

Spawning memory


A universe.


A cellular matrix

Containing our personality


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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