Night streets it’s tearing still real,
Though cries are muffled
The innocence it steals.
Night streets it’s music in time,
It’s sales methodical
It’s percussive rhyme.
Night streets its tales have been told,
Its elations a delusion,
Its comforts so cold.
Half-conscious manual inserts,
rehearsal, ruminations, repetition.
Neurons, glia, travel by synapses,
clusters of values, ideas planted,
some rejected, some planted snugly.
(Neurons- a cell that carries messages between the brain and other parts of the body and that is the basic unit of the nervous system.
glia- supporting tissue intermingled with the essential elements of nervous tissue especially in the brain, spinal cord, and ganglia.
synapses- the place where a signal passes from one nerve cell to another
Definitions from dictionary.com and online Merriam-webster dictionary).
Knowledge legibly penned
To a heart,
conscience ‘s stage whisper;
Fear muddies the stream,
Mind swaying back and forth,
Intention to pin down
Control of that leg, that foot, that
To cross that threshold.
Then the rest of the body
Peace tagging along,
Clutching the heels.