Poetry

Mind Song

dragonink90

We float around in our little heads,

conjuring images from things long said

and if the circuit board

should ever be damaged

wiping our memories

both sweet and savage,

we know that time often heals

with due care, sensible practices and steady meals.

Even if we’re unsure what we’re seeking

we can still approach the stars with proper greeting.

Published by dragonink90

I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.