Let fly the dogs of imagination
says the General of my mind
assigning various ideals to the machine

Feeding the ever hungry gnaw in my cortex
I let slip the Freudian words
What was I just thinking?

Battlefields filling ever so fluidly with words
some still bleeding from the pen stroke
others simply Gasping for lifelike feeling

Minefields? Mindfields!
As the explosive power of my ID explodes
filling me with a power devoid of expression

Yet still I sit, silently
tapping my pen
as the war rages on
in my head
© @Miasma