This mind.

Who goes forth across this mind

with a face like haze, undefined

an illuminated body to focus the blind

who flows like time, like life redefined.

When will thou bless thy presence

for the clock chimes the flow of your essence

all the way, to near this present.

Where else do you reside 

where we're no longer confined to one of a kind

but two entwined, wilfully assigned 

beyond the scope of these ill-conceived rhymes.

For who goes forth, beyond these lines?

Rejected connections.

Frankenstein clones roam far and wide 

like their legs, in a constant stride

pine box, the in-between, unable to hide

as bodies collide cheering the trip, the ride

creating monsters with no will to confide

in another's mind 

never mind the heart as it pumps 

an artificial design.

God bless the goosebumps 

too bad, Gods benign.

Ignore the ripples of a flooded effect

just indulge the pretty faced words they erect

and get upset that a dam overflown makes a poor architect

a hazardous slip 'n' slide born from neglect

give way to suspect subjects born of retrospect

to the heartless one track intellects

with heavy hesitations to reconnect

just disaffection for the new incoherent dialect.

God bless the objectified disrespect

for we know you'll never interject.