If only I could be a neuron in your brain
ignited by your thoughts,
incarnated in your hands,
I would dance in your synapsis
curly like a spiral,
delighted by your feelings.
Holy crazy souls
feeling never alone,
stony in our worlds.
Pure connections
electric imperfections
stormy stops and motions
like karma and reincarnation.
YUKI, AKA PRISMA
