Show me the desert
where he placed the brain.
Bright lights,
beaming down their brilliance.
Transfixed was his focus
upon this jumbo daycare.
Those two, ovular, perfect mirrors
opened up new worlds for him,
an infinite tour of inaccessibility.
Kids conversing chaotically,
his trophies now felt too distant.
But I see it made him happy -
no unforgiven trees bounded him.
Contradictory containments of curiosity.
I see him now -
his truest desires unfulfilled,
his granted successes discarded,
talent now solely defined his name.
Show me the place
where he deserted the brain.
Bright screens,
glittered with monotony.
Transfixed were his eyes
upon this mineral-rich island.
Empty baseplates,
glowing with potential.
His factories, spawned out of thin air,
the one trick of his two-legged pony,
talent still solely defined his name.
Snow white fields,
patterned with perfect squares.
Interwoven by infinite intervals of
indescribable intricacy,
only he knows their secrets,
their untold journeys
within that psychotic world.
Show me the brain
whom deserted those places.
That pink beast,
caged by its emptiness.
It sees others beasts in their
palaces and prisons.
It senses the
tension in their airs
as their masters navigate
through this dry, dry desert.
Finding familiarity flowing
throughout those forever fluctuations,
it found freedom in those
functions -
repetition within uncertainty
became the food for his brain.
The island of prosperity,
or the daycare of exclusion?
The cage of trophies,
or the freedom from success?
Time and time again,
he chose wrong.
There in those dry, dry deserts,
he deserted his brain
for no better place.
