Nervepaths

Sparks set

Bright hopes and fond fevered dreams

Or cold nestled desperate hopelessness

Each scent of electrochemical

Picture, image set with memory

Lost longing and vanished places

A trillion bursts of hitched connections

Layered, laced with primal programming

Negating, defying, constructing paths ascending

For good or ill, with debts and powers placed

What becomes regret, or love, or joy comes face-to-face

In sleep, stripped reason and our fine mistakes

When comfort stripped and our bodies staked

To pain and hope and causes granting cause to gain

Our Self; which is wont to want; yet tender minds belike their kind

And do not, will not, cannot 

Wane.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.