Synapse

I'm most criticized for this piece, I think. I don't have an up-to-date opinion on it, myself.

It was an anatomical deviation

for which I sought condemnation;

an incidental cognitive martyrdom

by learned capitulation.

 

Brains bound tightly by bridge,

a nexus strung from rope and plaster,

above a sinuous chasm

swimming with imps and neurotransmitters.

 

From dreams I count my sleep,

exhausted upon waking--

subconscious stipulation

to this lucid accusation.

 

Passion dulls the cerebral caucus

leaking from my eyes and fingers.

It tastes metallic,

self-damnation.

Reviews

[rnuff]

Such an in depth outlook here.
the last two stanza's intrigued me the most.
Very nicely written.

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Personally for me it's too complex and leaves no emotion. Swimming with imps? But others have put it in their libraries so...

[Priya]

Wow, seldom do I see such fiery poems with such exuberant vocabulary, coupled with an exhaustive knowledge of science to boot! I cannot vouch for the accuracy of your scientific sentences but I can, however, vouch for the dazzling artistry this poem displays! Somehow, it made me feel as if life is a strange medley of dreams and reality, represented by neurons that synapse amiably :) Superb poem!