A Chameleon Mind Probed Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Is that how your chameleon mind changes color and shape
Not as fast as a regular mind but deeper and more spontaneous
Flooding itself with colorful rise-up recollections
RIP memories whose original form is lost

Push pastor in playacting sermon past the spasms of transformation

Whether I'm right or whether I'm bright
And whether appetites shimmer and shift
Into fuller percentages of self-inflicted confusion
Fall as if dominoes but without end to the collapsing rows

They told me they looked into the chameleon mind but it moved too unpredictably and in too alien a way to be studied
They told me they dug down stubbornly when rooted out of their fixed spot of self