Closet Skeleton

I am a brain
in control of a biological crane.
I am a brain
losing control and going insane.
I am a brain
I am a brain.

I'm the closet skeleton
hidden in skin and wrapped in top men or some bullshit.
Yet I step beyond perception and the reality is worse,
that I am a spark of unknown,
I am a brain
but not a brain.
Just a spark.

And if I am a spark in a cosmos that is vast and is wonderful and is awesome and all,
then am I a part of everything
or is everything part of me?
Or am I an equation
and nothing more than numbers
to a man on a cloud who is lonely as fuck?

Regardless of place and purpose
I am here and I am driving.
And my crane will go to places
that I cannot yet fathom
and it will do things that I cannot
yet imagine.
Because I am a brain.
And brains can do cool shit.