"Traitor"

The mind lives mostly at it wishes to live
leaves no spare room
demands no reward
cries out for no protection
expects no divine intervention
loves no one
& hates not a single thing
it slides, it flows
observes just to gather
sleeps beyond the sleeper's will

Still in the womb & never conceived
breathes Night's immortal
pumping
jewels
hears the star-storm
jamboree, vibes of
the sucking space thrust
we omit
& deny
& forget to deliver
obedient to the skies
overhead only

What are they but cloud projections
moonlit sculptures
thrown onto sheets
of fire
carved in rain & barely visible
smoke-rays

What are they
but our eyes
looked upon
from the other
side

& the other side's not there
& then this here's side
not even here

So hold on to your mind
that's the traitor
you know
best