Inside My Big Bang Brain

A universe of thoughts, inside this big bang brain

of mine. Without control, it’s a serious matter.

Though it never was a craft to be steered through time;

no room for oars in this rudderless mind.

Is my course without compass, a journey ‘in vein,’

while electric eels frenzy through tubes in the nether.

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But perhaps I am just like the eels in the nether?

My primitive cells slithering outside the brain

as the good and bad flows through my jugular vein,

while synaptic thoughts chatter; It’s a secretive matter.

This unknown controller, this charge of my mind,

this pusher of dreams that drags me through time.

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With closed eyes, I wander, around this … ‘time.’

A travel abstractor, surveying the nether

to map ancient worlds of an unconscious mind.

But when I return to these worlds in my brain,

they alter their state into nothingness matter.

My search for Atlantis; an adventure in vain.

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Now awakened from sleep I continue in vain,

finding only the pain of the passing of time.

As my selfish thoughts turn to my aging grey matter,

I pray for the clock to reverse from the nether.

Cerebral streets pothole my peppered pink brain,

as I desperately search for cement of the mind.

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But with eyes open wide to the conscious mind,

I see healing surrounding my every vein.

There are books, trees, and birds to fill an intellect brain

with no shortage of wonders to pass me through time.

Old fears of my unconscious trips to the nether,

now replaced by the lightness of changing grey matter.

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And now that I’ve got to the crux of this matter,

I no longer battle this flux of the mind.

My days are spent searching both sides of the nether,

while blood keeps on flowing through nebular vein.

Now my desire is to travel, through infinite time

forever. Leaving no room for this old sodden brain.

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This old brain full of holes is a difficult matter,

for a time traveller wishing to further the mind.

For without blood in my vein, I can’t travel the nether …

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This was my first-ever attempt at a sestina poem. If you persevered to the end, you have my eternal gratitude. The inventor of this rhyme scheme must have enjoyed self-torture. But it was good fun trying!

Originally published at https://medium.com/the-lark/inside-y-big-bang-brain-ceaab0b9ab99