Neurons Fire At Will
The void beneath the synaptic cleft
Place of precision warp and weft
Neurons are space ships fired at will
With dying breath then they still
Billions of neurons drive my brain
Trying to understand~it is in vain
Neurons are sparking as I contemplate
What next to write then I vacillate.
Second by second day after day
Neurons are friends as I wend my way
Different at night when deeply asleep
Neurons fire backward ~ we are unique.
Warp and Weft:
The art of weaving is a subtle metaphor for understanding the workings of the universe and our place in it.
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Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2021
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