I wrote "Me, a Mind — a Mine" in the space between knowing too much and feeling too deeply. The mind is both a treasure and a danger — something that holds riches and can bury you at once. This poem is about learning to live inside that tension without drowning.

Part I

Me — a mind,
a mine in mind.
I tell an unforgetting story,
truth and past bound in a line
where guilt rises like fever —
hotter than Beal's own fire.
Me — a mind,
a mine of mind.
If time leaves gaps,
let streams reopen,
but gently —
for sometimes the flood
washes away the wonder
of a thread once told
long ago.

Part II

Me — a mind,
a mine in mine,
on some astral plane
still screaming your name.
Poetic words awaken your flame —
of shame, of doubt,
of the hope that hangs above.
O mind in me,
bitter climate,
thwart my heart if you must.
Tell all impart,
beyond my years,
for I have felt her dry more empty
than my tears.
Me — a mind,
my heart can't take
my selfish conflicts —
my chest awakens.
Unknown things no one knows,
Oh mind, shall I fear?
Shall I drown in tears?
In intimate time,
my love, my dear.

Part III

I mean only my mind —
a mind also to me.
Connect.
Will you share alive?
Will you dance with me?
Stand often, alert,
hear storms that gather.
My mind may tremble,
seem afraid —
until again,
it becomes.