I lament the joy that existed at some point
within the spaces of my dendrites.
Billions of masterfully crafted events of electrical,
activity excite the very molecules of petite skin.

Your enticing, ridiculous electrical impulses,
the stupid, idiotic order of synaptic gap activity.
Gold, Ruby, Diamond, Emerald Treasure to my discovery
I mourn for the infinite galaxies swirling, and swirling in you.