The birth of possibilities 

I climb inside my mind
to hide, to run
from all the lights

Bright and blinding
So confining

I relish solitude

The peaceful rantings of my
unmade mind

Subtle and confounding
They surround me with gossamer nets of happier times

I am me

Out of mind I cease to be

I am assaulted by the world

So I retreat

Craving the womb
at the center of my mind
where my ideas live or die

and I reside
a god inside
my mind
a joy ride
of infiite

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