Cogito

(OB1 thought)

Kaleidoscope, axonic thought,
The colors of my mind explode:
Ex nihilo or not, they're there,
The cortical umbilicus
Of what and why and who and where.

Conception or genetic thought,
The process is the same I think:
Potential infinite unknowns
Are concretized in time and space,
In mental gardens they are grown.

The genesis of me unknown,
This piece of paper captures time
From three dimensions in my head,
In two dimensions smacks them down
As time itself will smack me dead.

The unformed, caught in webs of life,
Are given shape in shapeless nows;
Into the finite world they fall
From shapeless possibilities,
And structure solid I-am walls.