I feel.
Neuron.
chemical.
Impulse.
I say I feel,
and it hangs
in the air,
for anyone to
hear.
The molecules
move.
I know I feel.
A thought.
And then I write it
down, as a poem:
words, screen,
electrons, photons,
eye, retina,
Neurons.
Chemicals.
Impulse.
Page. Ink. Shapes
that link to thoughts,
meanings, that
sit where, where,
in the chemicals,
the neurons,
and living
beyond death
to other neurons,
chemicals,
and impulses,
and so on,
and so on,
and so on,
history,
and I only know this,
that I feel.

 

5/4/2023