Museum of my Mind

I would make a museum of my mind Fill these musty halls with all my people Every girl who has walked my corridors To write her piece and paste it on the walls. Every plaque together, a mosaic Of all personas, memories, and thoughts Together an image, reflected back Informative of me, an auto-school. Blowing out the dust of unused ballrooms Broom cupboards and and the back stairs, each its own Room for machinations, revelations, Fed by all those who reside within me My lonely people, aimless wanderers Floating through the corridors room by room Their homes are these clustered, open cloisters. Endless is my palace of passages. I am dissected in a thousand cuts Each slice a living, pulsating breather Warm and soft against my cobblestone floors Balance of life and rock, they people me. Voices low and laughter cheerful, I hear My population all internally All beings that are me, graduated Notches on a scale, all playing their part, Like cogs and wheels they move in tandem drifts Here in this exhibit they gave me, of Balustrades adorned and turrets revived I transformed: a museum of my mind.