Thoughts
Even when wrapped
And tightly capped

Between those eyes

I can obliterate
That crystal disguise

The method of prescription
Is not medicine

I see within.
The mental transcription

I’m sure it’s disabled .
Synapses relabeled

Never to slip into the dogmatic
I must speak to power.
I return to the Socratic.

I must encounter today.
In many moments
In many ways