The premature eviction of thoughts
The early abandonment and neglect of their development,
it ages my skin and batters my brain
this domestic abuse of my mental offspring.
The potential to breed
Einsteins and Nietzsches
Barkers and PKDs
Jungs and Campbells
potential contributors to psychological communities
digital communes and electric trans-missionaries
I've wed the world around me and skipped out of town.
Dreams become bastards and hopes are now fatherless.
The womb of the mind ovulates continuously, shedding fresh eggs
un-impregnated thoughts going to waste.
Proceed, Menage A Trois of Mind, Body, and Spirit.
Let us fornicate and allow fully grown and self-realized thoughts to propagate.
