Ba-boom, what does is beat for?

For this body to do something
For this brain to think something
But what are these… things?

I thought I once knew, but now
New sinews of synapses have perused
My soul’s paradox
And imbues the grooves of my heart
In the form of transcendent art

I watch the essence of my soul
Dissipate into distant stars
Rearranging the DNA of my experience

I have felt souls from distant galaxies
And I have touched their hearts
As they have touched mine

Why… why am I sliding again
When eternity lovingly holds my hand?

It’s the brain
Rewiring all the same
Patterns in this matrix game

NOTES:

Today is Christmas Eve. We are going to have an incredible day celebrating with family. While this poem might be seemingly low-vibe, I’m actually in good spirits today. Excited to enjoy another Christmas with the people that mean the most to me.