Nighttime and I rub my eyes
To see a kaleidoscope
of fermenting colours
that bloom into spots
Of Reds and blues
behind my eyes
in an unacquainted corner
in my mind
that only I can see
because it is
After all in my head
that is my brain
hidden in a skull
that wholly belongs to me
until someone decides to break it
and splatter all the matter
but even so
they won't know
what I've seen
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