To a neuron.

I am...tiring, my patience spent.
I am sick and my mind wanders
Through ruts.

Oh please, oh please!
Won't you latch on and hold?!
Stretch your chemical fingers,
Command your ionic sentries ride forth!
Span the synaptic gulf and pull her close, so that


In your electric embrace, I might see
Things unseen or novelty in sights sickly worn.