Mind
“Clarity is not loud. It arrives when the noise stops.”
Under the TV Light
Underneath the TV light,
he kept his background dark
so he could see the imagery in his sleep.
“Memory survives by becoming language.”
Underneath the TV light,
he kept his background dark
so he could see the imagery
in his sleep.
The words glowed—
scriptures in gold,
archetypal, original.
Why does it rhyme so well?
Easier to remember
when you’re under pressure,
going through deeper shit
than friends who got it messier.
He keeps a straight face,
smiles like dopamine
is overdosing in his brain.
It’s fall—
still windy, still chills.
Secret tears drip.
It’s just the cold.
But he still feels it—
from a past,
a series of unfortunate events.