squeezing poesis from a distressed mind

just an attempt... =)

juiced from the mind, then embedded by blots of ink
that is again tainted by another shade
moved by another head
that is DISCOURSE.

still squeezed from the mind, and shared through the mouth
yet countered by a spat, or something like a pout
sourced from one's dignity (that is sugar-coated pride)
that is INSECURITY.

exhausted from the mind and visibly exuded
apparently clear, yet internally inexplicable,
an act that is fulfilling though unknowingly, harmful.
that is POST-RATIONALITY.
is it?

teka, tula ba ito? hehehe.