Suppose my head exploded
What would you see
Hidden amidst the smithereens of pink, pulpy flesh
A frozen frame of the last dream
My last coherent thought at the edge of a smoking gun
Broken lobes, blood and fat
Is it all color coded
Archives of meditations, feelings, regrets
Bound by sunrises, broken conversations, love and hate
Will you have the time to sift through
And discover the festered mess of unuttered words
Will you see the beauty in my wreckage
A mind that created and destroyed everyday
Will you search for the missing piece
That connected neurons to my soul
The piece that made me human
Imperfect, savage and lost
There is no treasure in this shipwreck
Nothing worth diving for
But do it
Perhaps you’ll find splinters of yourself
Or a lesson that can save you a lifetime of pain
So come on, stop staring and move along
We’re running out of time
(Image credit : Jackson Pollock- The Flame)
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