Corpus Callosum

I close my eyes and

Watch the 

Blip,

Blip,

Blip,

Of the clock’s inverted image

Underneath my eyelids.

Time’s imprint so heavy

That it refuses to go away

Even when I slam

My mind shut to it.

I watch the disconfigured clock

Slowly dissipate and then wait

For the conglomorate mess

Of mashed colors,

That I know are hiding somewhere,

If I only wait long enough. 

As they begin to appear,

I wait again

For the black line to fade 

Up, 

Up,

Up,

To separate the colors.

And I know 

I absolutely know

If I only keep trying

To push my thoughts into 

The thin black nothingness

I will eventually reach my

Corpus Callosum

And I will 

Finally

Find

Balance.