A thought, planted like a symptom, rises to the top,
another thought suffocates under the weight.
This is an uncertain image of the mind’s vague structure,
more vagueness than structure.
It could be like a grapefruit, tight, discrete sections,
neatly membraned packages of pearly cells.
It is also abstract and invisible as sky.
Or, is it a hybrid?
Something between citrus fruit and air,
some kind of presence without hands.