So You Think You Can Think?
So You Think You Can Think?


Perceptions hover.
All around me.
Seem seamless but sober.
Nothing happens, though.
Except when fenced by reality.
They jump the gun, even so.
They pull me
due North of facts
and South-West of some idiosyncracy.
The perceptions that exist,
are then rethought
the few times, over a tryst.
Still,
by choice
remain unsaid, no frill.
Their bodies same as before
show fake flakes of illness
like that of a sycamore.
And their souls uncouth, taper off
as if gradually being
taken a bite out of.