here amongst the muffled chatter
lost thought, and people
scattered
is a living breathing, neural network
connection in eternal matters,
and all is calm for now,
at least,
my firey tongue and mind at peace
for what to come of whispers
shout,
and living in reasonable doubt
of what is real, taste, sound and feel,
like pathways carved
of which will always heal,
and dreams again like connective bones
strangers words as im arriving home
a silhouette in a cloud of smoke
the lingering pictures
of images and motion
broken into
clouds of potent smoke, I choke,

breaking through a circuit tissue
a surgery complex not guaranteed
to fix you,
cerebral surges, and urges coming,
to in turn reword my name
as the taste is funny
its on my tongue
in perfect tone,
but left alone
I know this time im home