points trace to points
lines in my mindset
dotted along my
full connectome,
completed being
mess of sodium concentrations
structures of myelin
our thick, fatty soul
cabling our thoughts
at thirty clicks per second
pops of now
waves of presence,
conscious perception
flesh intact,
skull, thick braincase,
encapsulate my cerebrospinal,
my extracellular fluid.
my vessels of oxygenation
fuel my electrical being
oscillating to create my
completed mindset
undulating moods of then
influencing now
with wicked indifference
to my present desire.
i am many things,
contexts essential
to my me-ness.
strip away my circumstance
and watch me become a new person:
sometimes dead,
sometimes weary,
and sometimes,
ready.