It's The Mind The Mind Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
It's The Mind The Mind
it craves the mountains
below a starlit
tear the sky as if it were a handkerchief
to see what's behind
the tulips bowed their heads
singing the sound of a guillotine
it's the mind the mind
that wants to see
what's inside
what's within
what's behind
a megalotelecopic infantile stupidity
equally insensitive to the result
of its own experiments
Monday, February 6, 2012
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