Neurons Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Neurons

alone in the dark
sense amounting to nothings of the vacuum air,
empty places and the heart's chamber,

difficult head wounds,
insulated titles and denials,

believing God's whims or literature,
gene's materials or beckons,

It's steps or none at all,
before the hands and feet's comes out for reachings for the impossible,

patron saints and salvation,
hearts and minds of the peoples

this sense of the unknowns,
among floating dusts ofthe neurons.