My Mind

My mind is like-
Checkerboards. 
With organic patterns scattered in each square. 
A mind’s eye. 
A shaky eye which burns holes. 
Heavy breathing sometimes. 
But not scary. 
Just letting the world become an outline of itself. 
Seeing more.
Trying an imagination method. 
That isn't like they taught us in school. 
Bursts of effort. 
Reflected by careful line drawings. 
And also scribbles. 
Letting the juice of a bicycle create splotches. 
Spinning squares can unshape themselves. 
And become the vivid version of what a simple shape can be. 
I can see faces. 
And make the eyes bold and sharp. 
Whoosh-
Or not. 
I can toss paint at a wall in my mind. 
And laugh because I can let the colors bleed and twist into nothing. 
My mind has-
Nothing to clean up. 
Just take the mess. 
And settle it down with deep breathing. 

My mind is:
VIVID

My mind is also:
BLANK

And there might be more

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