Not quite summer
Mindful of an ever-approaching future
Two quarter cranks of my casement window
Allows the unfettered breath of night to pass through me
Like ephemeral thoughts escaping an open hatch
I think, therefore I am
Yet I think and think again
What conjures the conscious thoughts that leak out from this pen
Am I a prisoner of some electric zoo
How can I be sure the structure of me
Also resides in you

I sit and I stir
To be meat in soup
Aspersions cast
Mother always told me not to fiddle with my food
To an outside observer I seem aloof
As I peruse the library
Of stored memories from my youth
Why you ask?
I haven’t a hint or an outline of a clue
My brain seems to find nothing better for it to do
My lifetime ticket to the Electric Zoo