Thoughts that go through his mind,
Especially to his brain;
Undercover, undercover,
Unseen, unseen.
Where does this mind slop come from?
The original is always there.
Mentally, he's sure.
Solemn in a way,
But still, not sure,
Who is what?
Where should he begin?
Damaged to the sense,
Up through to the physical.
He doesn't care how damaged he is.
His mind takes him away from that.
"Oh, my Love and Love," you might say.
But it is wholly from him!