This mind is a jam,
Is a honey, is a cough syrup.
A motley of chaos, in a container.

This old brain from my skin,
Soaked in pool of chlorine,
Or an intestine. This mother of me

Comes from the grandmother.
This is the girdle of Venus;
This simulacrum, this effigy.

The tyndall effect exhibited
Spread, spread, spreads
A margarine of coal, inedible;

It spat the meal it created!
But a mind is a cog of a machine.
Two is a watch; three is a clock;

Hundred is a Big Ben.
How can i forget this;
This is self-aggrandizement!

This seeming small, seeming
Incapable; belching cyclone,
Tending Peloponnesian war.

The might and shyness, the complex
Flung disguised for a dove, that
Pool of roses refracted in blood

This frantic trade of dagger
In forms of rhymes and letters -
This is it. This is mind!