My mind is alight with the science of
philosophy, and psychology.
Words skitter through a brain
filled with
matter,
lightness and
dark.
The sparks of ideas start
to flicker with a sparkling start.

There is fire in my head.

It's dancing red, and blue, with heat
As Ideas greet and meet,
merging with unsuppressed joy of
freedom of thought
The ideas that they wrought made of
soft iron, unlike stone, it
lies malleable and warm
to touch.

My mind is full of muchness and
must
Grow and
Learn and
Play, to and further,
than the end of my days.

There are no walls here.
No boundaries of dread hang near,
ready to clutch me.
Within my concepts I am free

Memories and body,

far away from me.
I can only be human within my frame.
I am free of responsibilities, snipped
from processes of blame...
you cannot judge within here
Where everything is far too clear
to be
Simplified in black and white.
Why do people say go into the light?
Because there's safety in certainties,
but once in the dark
the starkness of reality is clothed
in cloth
not morals, but mechanics.
Softer, less ugly to probe and feel.

It isn't always so simple judging just
what's real.