I have always loved this place
This place called MY mind
What comes in and what leaves
are always two different things

Matter separates from vibration
here in, you can call it
a magic chamber
the process happens
and then theories
pop out,
new intelligence
born half out
half in

I am all that pop outs
I am all that comes in
Nothing to escape
this place that I have loved
sometimes in my chest
and at other in my knees

All my years
and all my tears
in hours of grief
and in summers
my mind whispers
MINE
and everything else belongs
to gods