It's a wonder that neural synapses do not more often resemble missfiring seizures. Ordered as they are, how can we light fires to the pathways of awe and love to counterbalance the daily patterns of the human condition?

Dear organ dancing brain,

Conjure me a tongue [for song]

Angelic choir dragon stilt tall

Harmon-I-zing sure and fire-drawn

Catapulted novel courage sure

Songed-up chanced and rung

Caroled flung fit honey glad

Chanted slack-jawed wildrippedbright

Bursting comely, glad-green

Alight loud hollered emerald

Piqued stone clear still

Corpus christening zazen pink

Holy pewed cool-told-deer

Absolut moment NOW

Gland watered blued heights

Starry nude-far-dancing

Tickled bird nesty glee

Ripe sugar-banging song, Brain, 

May I bite a song long unwritten

Warble careening loud earthy rich

Strummed deep in the secret cave