Random Access Memories: Dr. Nostalgia
Open up those fissures. The Dr. is here. Sticking utensils between the folds of your brain.
Mentoring your hippocampus.
Make us go back.
Rose colored glasses. Marooned.
Regenerating telomeres and missed opportunities.
Hold me back.
Do you remember?
Bringing your body and spirit. But obviously leaving your mind.
No! Animating your voice from the boundless energy within. Of course they’d take you literally.
Fully cocked and engorged. Pointed with precision. Animal eyes peering into dead eyes of gnosis.
Unmanifested is the price you’ll pay.
Closer. Face to face with oppression. You’ll see the reflection. Superimposition of an alternate reality. Inhale its decay. Desperation against the arrows of time. Wheezing under the burden of suppression.
Are you scared yet what lurks behind, unseen and unspoken?
Thank you stranger.
You can always slip back. Freely given for the life you lived. The Dr. is here.