brain
I, Machine
Descartes' Cartesian Dualism
Gave me a mind
Separate to the machine
Sure, this is my brain -
"Mais, je pense, donc je suis"
The machine may stop
But the mind... ah! the mind...
I, machine
Oligodendricites
Axonal electrical tape
Breaking down
Demyelinating
The machine starts to fall apart
Each Node of Ranvier
Loses its identity
To gaping chasms and fissures
What were once sparks
Driven with velocity
On the straight and narrow
To a certain synaptic potential
Are now sluggish and unpredictable
Powder flashes
Wildfire erupts throughout the glia
Half my consciousness
Is overcome by
A tsunami of blood
Suffocation and infarction
Someone else's arm has been
Attached to the left side of my body
And I, machine,
Am fucked!
Descartes
I saw your fMRI
You were thinking at the time -
Lit up and sparkling
In all your neuronal glory
