Meta

Meta

how odd, the mind
(mine)
minding itself
meta-meaning-making
metastasizing blooms
of memories made up
of myelinated dendrites

creeping white reefs

enervating gray matter
inside this bone bowl
(mine)
each time I marvel at
what it is to be
me

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