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 Feb 25 Veda Laurenski
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The parasympathetic nervous system
is responsible for regulations
unconsciously transpiring
within the organs and
the glands of
the body.
Such as:
urination, salivation, digestion, defecation, and
lacrimation
(noun. ‘the flow of tears’. Latin.
from lacrimare (‘weep’) and lacrima (‘tear’).
It’s why I cry
even when I don’t want to.
You are the parasympathetic nervous system.

The (ortho-)sympathetic nervous system
is responsible for the mobilization
of the fight-or-flight response
and constantly maintaining
homeostasis within
the body.
It acts
rapidly, enacting an attempt at stability and
the necessary and critical ability
to suddenly escape
on pulsing legs or
cling to survival through
brandishing adrenaline-doused knuckles
and dilated pupils.
It’s why you live
even when you don’t want to.
I am the sympathetic nervous system.

The parasympathetic and sympathetic nervous systems
are two of three essential nervous systems which
compose the autonomic nervous system
(a part of the peripheral
nervous system)
that manages
involuntary
functions of the body. Such as:
swallowing, perspiration, arousal, breathing, and
heart rate
(noun. ‘the speed of the heartbeat’.
usually expressed in beats per minute. mine speeds up when I see you).
Individually these two systems oppose
but compliment
each other like our hands do—
pressed together and omitting equal force;
veins meeting
at the fingertips and throbbing at the wrists
but running amuck on our respective digits otherwise.
You are the invariable and unspoken reminder to
breath,
love,
sweat,
and live.
I am the sudden snap of reality always aiming to save you
but grudgingly willing to fight you and
ready
to
leave.

From the deepest lower half of my brainstem
and from every nerve
in my cycling body,
I’m sorry.
From all of my chromaffin cells
and from the truest parts of submandibular ganglian,

I am sorry.
your voice paints a gentle need
so please call me a million times...












i'll write your name in thousand rhymes
I wonder how many have run from God because they were offended by the godlessness of a man or church claiming to represent Him?
My friend, I know you struggle
I know it hurts to take a breath
I know you hate this, I do too
I know sometimes you wish for death
But after every time we talk
I pray you’ll see another day
I pray for me to find the words
Because I don’t know what to say
I know you think that I don’t care
You say a thousand hurtful things
In the moment you believe them
And that's what really makes it sting
But I’ll stay up till morning talking
If that will get you through the day
My friend, I’ll suffer through this with you
Just to know that you’re okay
Though I arc and swell and bloom,
And move replete with daylight gifted-
A new shadow, melancholy in its fume,
Strongly pervades on this day now shifted.
Enkindle and sing, O dawn-awoken bones!-
Guide me through the salt and midnight!-
As above, a tide surfeit with unknowns
Is broken upon this reflecting man's sight!
Why covet my blisses, O familiar void?
And why those lazy eyes of envy, time?
Your long sleep and anemia I once enjoyed,
But here stands life, rushing and sublime!-
And here stands the martyr and saint:
Affirmed and illuminated in cause!-
For all other passions and peaks have a taint
Where deep nothingness winds and draws.
And why pray and descend, great nullity?
Why whisper and comfort and be at all?
The weak may come for your amity,
But death perfumes in your beckon and call!
When day betrays with days untold-
How the entropic rib impels us to be dust!
For day fools every pestled grain and ill old,
Curving and embracing them on a gust—
There! I have unmasked you, turning suns!
Your enthralling gaze, your simple hold!
Here are your cowardly, apathetic ones,
In your hands does their low course unfold!
They fear when one is most visible-
Why fear afternoon, O friends of twilight?
Do you not find this loaded sky risible?
Why love only as ghosts and strange night?
Save longing and fully comprehend:
Life is the tug of the eternal and the swift-
You must move, you must love and bend-
And, like the others, you must be adrift!
He who is high and most abounding,
Has the least of false shades cast on him:
The shade of the feeble, idle yet sounding-
Do not deny yourself- you've only grown dim-
Night! Come night and friends dotted within!
I have taught well—burn amongst me here!
Bound muscle and growth and sun akin!
Here is nature—warm and without veneer!
This took a little over a month to make. I hope you all enjoy reading it. This will most likely be my last post for a bit as this took a lot of creative energy- I won't be gone too long. Special thank you to Mc6lm for early input.

I love you all
- Darrell
 Jun 2019 Veda Laurenski
rose
lying
 Jun 2019 Veda Laurenski
rose
I'm tired of repeating
I Love You
Out of obligation
And without a bit of
Authenticity
it's a hard lie not to tell

— The End —