Does the mind hark to the mute brain’s reptile?
Is the self’s task to ever serve the mind?
The self will seek renown the mind exile
These queries and my wonder are entwined
And thus the mystery of our inner deep
remains a neural labyrinth which endures
The warden of our self must ever keep
the dawn of sentience like the darkling moors
Our means for the voyage to our dreams
is not a tactile thing its nature is beyond
the realm of human wisdom and it seems
benign yet the self heeds a slavic bond
A method to describe the mind isn't known
Perhaps the mind has a mind of its own
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In all my years of writing this poem was one of the most difficult to write. The questions have been with me all my life, I think this piece is an attempt at extirpation of my obsession about the self vs the mind (assuming they are separate entities). There are two lines that violate the iambic pentameter scheme, if the reader notices more I hope you would duly note the same.
- Category: Reflection
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