Ground neuron

Ground neuron pathwayslike crushed petalslike atomic fissionchannels to an ecstasynot understoodnot even whisperedcognoscenti.Brain flutters a bywaythere is no blue printfor this:just hard learning throughbody’s heaving.Love is an echolips a skinfingers entangled in hairyou draw me inyou draw meyou demand everything.Ground neuron pathwayscrushed petalsslimy underfootyou make promisespromises for tomorrowask for todayask for everythingpromise tomorrow,will be without this.I have knives in my bellymouth twitches from holdingtight the grimacethe grimace born from us& you ask me to talk to youtalk to you,muscles held tight from pain’s spasmyou offer everythingthen draw back to ascertain:you make promises for tomorrowwhich should have been fulfilledyesterday.