My mind is a chamber
Concealed
With gas
Heated
The atoms
The neurons
Like atoms
Running around
Scratching the air
Chaotically
Going everywhere
And the night comes
The stove may be gone
But they are still moving
As heat
And I just look up
The blank ceiling
Waiting for myself
And every night
It may take seconds
Or a few couple hours
As a mild hallucination
Or a recorded dream
I see the face
I feel a cold
I feel a warmth
At the same time
Suddenly
My neurons
They're smiling
Doing the square dance
Waving at each other
On lines
They flow
As a river
With light
Combining each other
Mapping my brain
Shaping the self
With divinity and love
Prepare for the suns to rise
The star to seek.