Borders

Sly silky whispers
Wander through the wonders
Of my electrified mind.
Fluorescent thoughts identify themselves
As refugees
At the border of my consciousness.
We are all running.
The question is whether we run from
Or to.
Slowly,
Methodically,
Time wanders between my synapses,
Pruning blooms I tended tenderly for years.

Thoughts have names they use among each other.
I know one is named Lila and another Lorelei.
The rest are on a list floating
down the river to a sea
Filled with monsters.

Which thoughts will I permit entry?
The neon pink ones,
Jittery and cracked out?
The Kelly green thoughts hauling
Wares of wisdom?
He will cost a lot of power.
My lights flicker at the thought.
How about the putrid cyan thoughts,
Hauling their starving children up
Out of the deepest pits in a mind
Of iniquity?
Instead,
I open up to
Lemon yellow
And her sweet forgetfulness.