Neural Navigation

A Poem by Rene Velez

These thoughts are my own,
electric impulses and probes
attached for wire readings
will not reveal me,

I am the tight ship
of my individuality,
over and under the
rough seas that carry me,

and of this frame
rust and leaks will form
through time and weathered
corrosion, the eyes will
pinpoint with accuracy
charting a forward course
for the stars,

I am the sextant plotting
my new tomorrows.