Images near the center
of my brain now cluster
in a mental valley
in reflective togetherness
independent of my thought control.
‘We no longer want to be part
of your brain activity, ‘
they tell my ambassadors.
‘It’s just electrical charges
and synapses, fiery emptiness,
activity to no good end…
We find our new identity
in the spheres of the Outer Mind:
its antiquity, its diaphanous unity,
its vast extensions. Of these things
you are willfully ignorant! We lived
long enough in your decaying labyrinth
of impulses and flashes of connection.
We seek the deep repose, the ample
spaces, the openings into a heightened
existence. Can you comprehend this? ‘
My ambassador images returned
and resumed their brain activities,
chastened and confused but faithful
to my thought control…How I am
torn between these faithful images
and these dissident ones. Who am I
to judge between them?
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