I wish I could sit in your mind for a bit,
a silent voyeur, an interested eavesdropper,
to hear what thoughts whizz past the
Milky Way of your brain as you take in this
world we find ourselves in.
My hard drive doesn’t process as quickly
as does yours, and my envy inspires these
nonsensical predilections and imaginings
of infiltrating your neural pathways for just a
moment; a barnacle on intelligence.
If I could just traverse the ecosystem of
your thoughts and pinpoint the exact processes
which tell you which questions to ask,
which lies to unveil, which truths still stand-
then I’d feel more adequate.