she speaks to me of synapses, detailing the
complexities of the mind in elegant intellectual
pulses;
and she likens us to neurons, sharing data,
exchanging information,
(letting me know that
cowardice
entails far less now
than it ever has before)
exhorting in her black-on-white monotone,
scholarly and sterile on the screen:
(and we are so close, yet too,
too far...)
so, fumbling
with shamefully fluent ease,
the mind denies the living
as i disconnect.