The Operation

they opened me up,
I mean they drilled two holes in my head
they did the necessary adjustments,
the operation was successful.
thank you, thank you
to all the kind people, the ancestors, to the omnivese
a polite applause and a long pause
how did these words slip in?
where have I been?
lost in a dream?
I had collapsed in the surgery, isn’t that right?
anyway, you did a great job, what ever you did.
“just a bit of plumbing really” said the neuro-surgeon
but really a celebration of the art, guided by a higher force
that means everything and leaves the waters still and void.
Don’t look back, this moment will always be there.
mirrored mirrors and still not the reality.
I hear the voices in my head again, Im a scatterbrain.