Boundless Mind

He seeks amusement as a child with a sand castle. 
But instilled in him is greater than a playful yearning, 
deeper than a daring desire. His fire needs no match – 
no Bunsen burner’s necessary. Nor can genetics describe
this domain boundless by thought, caged by openness, 
space that is no longer space, but devoured by subconsciousness. 
Unshakable, unstoppable, and uncontainable – his mind 
needs no rush yet needs no rest. A labyrinth with no exit – 
a blessing and cursing in one. But there is no one. 
Post-modernism inflicted on consciousness, so as awareness
cannot be directed. No nuclei of ignition, but ideas appear 
like stars across our unknown universe. His thoughts feel, 
his feelings think. His mind unshackled at birth. To try to contain
it is to stop all birds from flight. It’s not abnormality, for normal
does not exist. Nor can it be deemed submersed ideology, 
but purely recognized as bliss.