lorenzo r sewanan
spring 2016
I know only that neurons are stars,
Form galaxies held together by arms reaching
Longing projections, drag themselves
Through mud, mire, and swamp,
Until they touch, afraid to be alone.
I still do not know what secrets they share
In flashes of light, almost language.
I will never know how they must feel,
Unable to be alone, forever nested,
I will never know how it feels,
To never have to be alone.