Synapses

Its a drunken mess
With the dancers and the singers
Immersed in twirls and arias
Some with left feet and tone deaf sound
The synapses rush from neuron
To neuron – chemical, electric
Whatever you’d like to call it
Its a strange thing
A trillion possible connections
On this planet and yet
There’s a rush to the head
And a pause in the walk
When you’re around

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