My mind is by definition what I know.
Or is it? Do by ‘mind’ I mean my world?
Two selves, both mine, are not disposed to go
through one door. They did once. A flag unfurled
and ushers of a potentate or prince
rushed me along a corridor to meet
my fate. Or someone’s. New found evidence
suggests that the deaths recorded were too neat
an explanation for the dying fall
of joy. Where was I? Hopefully, not there.
In fact I was. I had to watch it all.
Or was that fiction, when the raging bear
tore me, both of me, into what you see:
a mind encumbered by reality?
This is beautiful and touched my soul. Maybe it’s my mood today, but it brought a tear to my eye. Well done.
Probably just your mood today 🤓 but thanks for your comment. I appreciate it.