My pink blancmange
I have a pink blancmange throbbing with electricity
That dispenses magic just for me.
It opens doors to other worlds
And provides me with a time machine;
Into the future – the depths of space,
The whole of the universe is seen.
My pink blancmange is a very special part of me
Connected to my optic apparatus it enables me to see.
It also connects to sound and touch,
And enables me to think.
Without its wondrous magic
I could not even feed or drink.
How it works is a complete mystery,
For it contains the essence that is me.
It has billions of cells
And trillions of routes
Like a super computer
It organically computes.
Somehow my pink blancmange creates my world,
Within it, my consciousness is unfurled.
Images in my mind –
Creating a universe from what I see.
But I have to question –
Is it really reality?
Is my pink blancmange making it up?
Is it really just running amok?
What I take to be real
Might be nothing more than a figment
Of a bored blancmange
Wanting to add colourful pigment.
Opher – 21.10.2019
We know our brains – a soft and gooey pink blancmange of cells and circuits suffused with electricity – makes an awful lot up. Perhaps it makes it all up?