The Brain, with all its networks,
and routes and compounds,
can contemplate the vastness of the cosmos,
and often overlooks its own condition.
This object, so small,
a natural marvel of bioengineering.
scrub and isolate, Like glue between the wires.
Tweaking and cleaning the tangle.
like little hands in a circle of trust.
And between these circuits and switches,
with use they gain strength,
with neglect they die.
With the fiery tingling of my Neural Soul,
I am blissfully awake,