I dream in unsolved puzzles,
trying every angle, every twist and turn,
returning again and again like a computer:
attempting to brute force my way thru.
Sometimes I feel like a mouse
scampering thru twisted alleyways,
a dead end around every corner;
seeking cheese, receiving electricity.
My mind is a ball of Christmas lights
twisted wires and tangled currents
I plug in one end to see what will happen:
lights, a most splendid glow.