So I am imagined -

as Angel González said -

being reflected 

inside your brain cells.

A circuit of fibres

that sees me standing 

‘within’ your thinking:

briefly flickering.

Momentarily there 

inside you like some son 

waiting to be born 

and floating oblivious.

Warmed by your heart

perhaps lighting up 

the deep sea fishing nets

which are the mind.

Electrical discharges 

between rows of thoughts 

jostling against  fantasies: 

fleeting and unseen

floating like an unborn child.

(Michael Martinez 2021)