The Revolt of the Synapses

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a buried atavism


a guttural howl,

a preverbal babble—

limbs thrashing without command


a depleted engine

hurtling its vessel

at irrevocable velocity


a bottle of neglected lightning

imploding


wires chafing against wires,

inextricably entangled—

past the last switch


homunculi treading in grey matter,

wrenching neuron joysticks

from their observation tower


axons and dendrites in Cold War,

soldiers defaulting,

storming to apoptosis


myelin stripped—

frayed circuits exposed,

prisoners of war starving in cells,

seeping fumes of dissociation


an invisible governor’s thumb

bearing down, pressing—


a pit spiralling downward,

outpacing rising synaptic firing


endless motion,

eternal stasis



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