Life of the Mind

Outside my skin I wear my brain
It insulates me from what’s real.
The only thing that helps me feel
Is pain.

I’d fain retreat within my head
If I could wish the pain away,
But dare not risk hold it at bay
With dread.

Instead of thought or pain or fear,
A life awaits me, ripe with sense,
Sometimes I taste its immanence
So near.

It’s clear, I have not truly fought
This tendency to duck and hide;
Prevented by my stubborn pride
In thought.

You’ve caught me, I’ve confessed the lie
That underlies my captive state;
Right now I can decapitate
And fly.

— Josh Mitteldorf

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