The vacuum of a mind, exploding with
particles of unrest, big colossal structures
linked within big colossal structures
buzzing with kinetic energy, quite
mistrustful of their very own space:
is that even for them- us. I mean us-
is that even for us to bother with?
Electrocuted signals each gushing
back and forth, preparing a war that
will never come, spurts of neurons making
up the unity of our thoughts: this love
affair is ill thought, we’re never going
to get out of deceiving ourselves
and when our last breath spurts out, helpless,
we’ll blame it on our bodies, not those who hold them.