Black Box

And this powerful mind
Framed within a black box of our own creation
Reflecting only upon all that exists outside a glass canopy
Never turning that attention inward

Behind the glass

Behind the engine of consciousness
To dwell on the absurdity of a thought
A memory without weight
Pulling ideas through time

To be aware of such mental machinations
To be bewildered at the awe of thinking itself

Gossamer strings vibrating memories into existence
Vibrating me into existence
Out of vacuity
The very idea of self, emerges

All locked behind our weary eyes
Sunk deep into a black box
Of our own creation

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017