You have made a jump
from my Parietal lobe to
my Frontal lobe.

Your sly smile holds
back the memories of High school.
Your untrodden ways
signal my ganglia to tune
my voluntary paths.

Paths, with no streetlights
Paths, with no identity
Paths, with shallow tides.

You fire my neurons
And the only chemical
it knows is Acetylcholine,

And thankfully,
Our ties are as strong as the bowline!
These activated receptors
and my lil' hypothalamus
now long for homeostasis..

If I say you Man
You are inside
my neuron world
Will you believe?

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