Mindhunter Poem by Roger Bewman

There is no leverage in mind
to accumulate your thoughts
in this desolate place of ruin
start the writing
start from scratch

The mind expands
feels electrifying
Needles and pins
Minutes go by
Try a new subject

You reached a limit
not one of yours.
harness the power left in you
to explore the strict rules
of absorption

Patrolling ways of poetry
with a thin layer of ink
on wooden barks
and phosphorous light