The brain is really reaching I see it bloody, whitish The layer of skull The brain in itself like a person is thinking It's made progress getting out But it's Sitting there motionless It has no way of enacting its will I want to reach my thumb and squinch into it I feel a little disturbed but also glad I still myself perfectly before myself The sitting and skin peeled my skull Missing a chunk. Now I kick myself in the neck but my foot comes out past it Like I don't believe myself