Before you ask: this is, in fact, based on personal experience; god knows that I make things up more often than not when I’m online, but this, at least, is true: I can’t visualize and I don’t have any visual memory. As a direct result… well, it’s a bit complicated, and I’m sure that you’d all prefer it if I don’t force you to sit through a detailed analysis of my cognitive processes (my mind can be a rather scary place sometimes) but what ended up happening was that most of the ordinary thought systems simply didn’t work for me, so my mind pretty much scrapped them and brought in entirely different ones.

Needless to say, the results were interesting.

At any rate, I wrote this poem when I was trying to set down on paper just what goes on inside my peculiar cranium. I’m still not totally sure that I succeeded, but this poem is the result.

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Another spiral

lost in the flush and sweep of minds –

Blind, I see everything.

Such a small thing

a tiny thing

nothing at all

and everything I am;

blind sight that feeds

on concepts and loves

the taste of everything;

come from the deepest vault of minds

(any mind,

lost and forgotten)

to block out pictures.

I reflect

on everything,

envisage

nothing

and see

more than I ever would –

I am not lost

in the blankness of a blind

mind’s eye, but only wandering,

seeing everything,

remembering nothing,

all my thought bound up in invisible lines

and unseen spirals.