Exploration of the Synapses

Poem written in reaction to a class viewing the synapses of the brain.

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We gaze-
Poised upon the thicket of hard thinking,
to look upon the synapses,
neurons and excitations of rainbow-colored thought.
We are-
At the Shore of where,
and how,
and Who created- THIS.
We hear-
The constant swelling of the waves,
and fear the tangled waters,
and the crashing of the unknown seas.

We meet-
A tribe, each a cosmic Columbus waiting,
At the verge of constellations
At silent waters mirrored within.
And we seek-
To peer within a universe that is,
And was,
And will be created by the micro-filaments of now.