Brain Dance

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Tight. The channels weave

Threads of elastic pangs

Churn, bite, slobber and tug

 My head. This playground for a war.

That I have enjoined

 Chemicals and spirits dance

 Dark matter dampens an aura

 But desperate sparks

Spoil for the fight

 Lost neural connections lay

 Limp, ragged and frayed

Waiting as if, lightning would strike

 Nothing casual will occur.

While the infant furies

Lay bare unexploded lodes.

 

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