Sitting bored in front of the TV, open computer on the coffee table in front of me, this came out. A poetic babble perhaps.
Brain Change
It happens all day long. Inside the head, its gorgeous throng of targets sits The brain; synaptic nerve cells. Tiny gaps across which impulse tells One or another thrilling and exhilarating news to use, Communicating and collecting, Stimulating and connecting, Electrical or chemical; Pre-, post-, now, past, It hosts the most. With a tiny blast of current, It emits, transmits life long, From head to body-solid.
(With its) mind-boggling effects, The synapseβ clean neuron-ic jets Affect each thing we think and know, How and what we know and do. How the brain arranges you!
Place targeted, Remembered never to forget, Some venue in that gorgeous head, Its gorgeous throng of secrets Sits a brain of infinite and wondrous range, Perpetually changing.