at a certain point, the mind begins to rebel
against input… there comes a time
when the mind is apparently saturated
and will not absorb anything not yet residing
within its confines.
new information does not stick.
fresh paths do not open.
the circuitry is muddled; it loses its integral beauty…
the mind begins to tell itself
I CANNOT LEARN ANYTHING MORE
and the fear of death, or rather, the fear of finite experience,
begins to resonate in the frigid bowels
of distraction and doubt that permeates
the subconsciouss, bleeding thru into front-mind
moments of lethargy prolonged and
ponderously dominating all vectors