“Every being enjoys most of all expressing itself”
Dante Allighieri, The Monarchia
A myofascial sense of prose
A connective tissue composition
How many billion neurons sing without a composer,
Their pitches crescendo… and you take a step.
The dybuk takes over,
the djinn, the muse, the genie, the genius.
Have you known, a mad desire to dance?
Have you been taken, before?
And you can only stand there… watching yourself.
This possession dispossesses you.
Sensory receptors translating physical vectors
Acetylcholine churning, dopamine burning
Neuromuscular junctions dichotomize external and internal
Roam the mosaic of broken mirrors,
get lost at the way-station,
paddle along feed-forward and feed-back rivers,
Where’s that fucking homunculus?
Your neural maelstrom is unique
This is body language, Do you speak?