Dysphoric Circumstances
Remember Victor Frankenstein-
his fault that transcends generations,
no, no, no not his desire my dear child,
hiding the daemons of our minds-
that is the real tragedy.
His heart told him to continue-
as if following the heart trumps the brain,
his skin crawling as his eyes widen-
gasping and panting with his heart.
Remember Victor Frankenstein-
watching his family disappear,
the secret hidden away- but so
what, remember Victor Frankenstein-
Victor Frankenstein is the template.
Finding ourselves sharing space and thought,
yet gaining nothing- for there is still a boundary,
the ideas locked away in the corner-
hidden from the other-
desiring oneness with the other-
Individualism never leaves,
but the allurement-
of having a mind to share,
a heart to hold-
Binding the mind for the sake,
of a manic heart.
But the knowledge is there,
though there is a together-
is there really a together?
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