Mind Games
In a dystopian mind--
thoughts are like stars
that collide with each other
and shoot hot fumes.
Corrupt hunger, truthful intent,
latent impulses, groping axioms
a mess of stress
one would ask for confusions less.
Guts in knots and
the brain is mush.
Moments felt,
moments understood
binding grievances
pave the way for
unfettered thoughts
to have their say.
Brevity speaks
a thousand words,
bivouac of life stands
on a million swords.
The undeniable weaknesses
whisper, the bravest intentions
undeciphered, remains
the codes of a layered mind.
-- Tomasz Alen Kopera
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