The most real things in my life
aren't real
more of a
Shangri-La carved
into my neural pathways
valleys of hope
and happiness
that, in dark times,
flood with action potential
leaving my white matter
dripping in dopamine
awash in oxytocin
Sometimes leaving me smiling
sometimes overwhelmed
but what is life
if not experience
and what is experience
but neural coding
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