The Mind.. Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Caressing my image of you,
Makes me believe in you -
In you, I achieve my personal travel,
The latency is comforting and embedded to unravel,
With this colored image that is waiting, just before me...

What do you know about me,
You, the one who believes in secrecy;
The inner journey on emotional measurement,
With the outer space of a gestational endowment...?

For you, I am a body without organs,
Finding myself here now, and then there in your image,
That masks the vision of our purpose, refuses to bargain;
On privileged experience and reactionary restrain....

What do you care about me,
You, the one who grieves no immunity;
The inner portray of emotional development,
With the outer display of an irrational movement...?

For you, I am a body without organs,
Hiding myself here now, and then there in this privilege,
That basks in emotion of our closure, refuses to complain;
On alleged perseverance and illusionary refrain....

What do you spare within me,
You, the one who leaves no disloyalty;
For a thinner delay upon emotional confinement,
With the stouter array of intellectual empowerment...?

Processing my image of you,
Makes me be alive with you -
In you, I contrive my conceptual dazzle,
The reality is confronting and belated to baffle,
With this nurtured image that is waiting, just before me...

Nairobi, February 17,2012