Source: photo of Daniel Murtagh for Magpie Tales Prompt
Bemused, curled in
sheets eyes closed- remembering.
Down south made fingers closed
Exhausted – more sleep
Naked to the bone, hair sprawl
My interpretation of the above photograph for Magpie Tales Weekly Prompt.
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Million thoughts are rambling on at the speed of an atom of Diaspora – [the world of Greg Egan] – in my mind.
My concentration feels prostituted, touched by every fleeting idea.
Why is it I cannot focus on the task at hand but make space for daydreaming?
I feel my brain cells coloured with ridiculous premises that the heart dares to send.
How could my heart betray me?
She is selling my emotions to my source of reason, eager for the taste of a thrill.
A cheap thrill!
Nothing makes sense any more; everything is in code, translated through numbers.
Is it on purpose? I do not usually speak numbers; my thought process shuts down at the sight of numbers.
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