Before 2 am

Before
The clock
Reads
2:00 am
I scratch
My beard stubble
Some words
Enter
My head
Some other words
Escape
Logically
Then grow
Their own
Intelligence
It is a sight
Hard to describe
A whole new
Civilization
Is birthed
Out of little more
Than
My verbs, adjectives
An entirely sufficient race prospers
They prosper before
2:00 am

What I Am

I am what I am because it is all that I am. I am not a business man. I am not an arrrogant CEO. I'm just me.

Usually when I write down a thought I do not think it over much. If I do that then I run the risk of falling prey to a metaphorical blockage. A mental blockage.

What is the mind if not a series of connections upon connections upon connections? It stores everything within its many chasms and gorges. It stretches and grows with each new piece of information that we feed it.

We grow right along with it.