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synaptogenesis


place your                                            forehead on my forehead

see-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------saw
b                     ack n forth
b                     ack n forth
let's xerox our brains
lobe on lobe


let's    a             y
        h  r         s       n
      c      t                  apses
                our
under C R O W N I NG  S K Y

                                                           wrap fingers around t...r..e m b l i n g growth cone
                                                 firing axonal flares into                                                                    aethēr
                                           squeeze out coDicarius vertebrae
                                                 through MYelin sheath
                                                           buRsting into folia
                                                  and into dendritic spine

                                             looking for another den  DRItic
                                                  spine     lookingforanother
                                                           growth cone lookin for
                                                  another growth cone


you                                                       neural cartographer                                                              you

neural cartographer                               you                                                           neural cartographer

you                                                       neural cartographer                                         you      

then we'll trace a path
      and climb thalamic ridge:
                                              you be hillary,
                                                                     ill be tenzing;
                                                                                          no, wait, wait:
                                                    you're better with ropes;
                            you be tenzing,
         ill be hillary!

cuz i wanna live how
your pupils
dilate at apex;

i want to know the path
blood courses
winding side roads round rush hour
leading to your pop's cabin

i want to
                                                   ri                                  de you     r 
            heartbeat 
                                                                                      as 
                                  you place 
your forehead                                     on                                         my forehead

i want 10,000 double-sided copies
                                colored
                     collated
           stapled
88 gigapixels sharp

i want a ten-eon G       IF
                           to hang in the nursing home
                             to laminate into a placemat
                               for when narratives flicker

i want my last man in the cave to push the boulder   ou T                  and screa    M your naMe
into the echoes releaseD  
in eternity's big bang:

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo