Thoughts electrical.
There are days when my thoughts
flow like heavy
white hot
volcanic lava.
Molten lava.
Coming out of protuberances
strangely located
atop the sinuous
gray valleys
gray canyons
gray matter
gray cerebral cortex.
The imagination site.
The dreams realm.
The reality denier machine.
Occasionally lighted
by the images
of a rainy early morning.
Lights like distant echoes
that travel down
my cervical spine.
Deep ocean mountain ridge
flooded by icy waters.
Winding up and down
my skin covered geography
the electric signals
push trough flesh
push through bones
and somehow reverberate
through the last hidden cell
with its message
of permanent chemical motion
while there is some spark
between my dendrites…