There are lifetimes
Contained in breaths
Cycles and seasons
Of birth and death
Can these mortal passing thoughts
Be merely electrical signals caught?
Between the scattered synapses
Billions of electrical field gradients
Shining as varied patterns bent
As magnetic resonance images
Are anxiety and hope only the blinking battery messages?
Joy and despair chemical scrimmages?
Limitless combinations of reflective cinemas
How can these electric mazes be
Conscious of the game and change the game maybe they only
Tame or frame categorize reality to maintain, stay sane?
I should close the curtain because I’m certain
I won’t be able to sleep with the neighbor’s light
Another labored electrical device
Affecting my fading sight
I might just close my eyes tight
That’s right all right don’t fight just listen to the
Sounds of the night.