The Man in The Brain

My brain is a man

He never cries like a woman, instead

He uses his willpower

To safely

Enclose me in his mighty arms like a shell

Thinking about the inconceivable

Making all decisions

About my life

And a few others around

Not knowing that I am able

To reach this far without flinching

Freezing someone else’s movements in between

Screens, papers, canvases

Painting my subjects

With as many gaudy or dull colours as they deserve

To go down in history with me

As a rightful owner

Of all victories and defeats

Whenever I decide about it

Or rather, my brain as a man will show its competence

Based on morality learned

I don’t even know when

But rightly so

To remove them all

All inconvenient circumstances

From all their errors

That weren’t meant to exist

And which no one will ever miss

Except

Immorality involved

In this incongruent lack of balls

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September 2022

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