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.

