a deconstruction of procreation
neurotransmitters and pheromones
in the spirt of synchronisation
requited in the entanglement
of the magnetism of the visual
and the electricity of touch
both physical and mental
driven by or driving
the self-same neurotransmitters
drawn down the river of life’s cascade
falling in love again
the neurones sing
and we tingle
paresthesia it is called
we call it love
our language driven
by the self-same neurotransmitters
the genes that seek immortality
in the overwhelming sensation
at the moment of coition
where nothing exists but
the singularity of eternity
when the neurotransmitters
blow a fuse
and we are lost for words
god does so love the entanglement
of virtually infinite virtual particles
their cameo appearances
deep in the synapses of understanding
where not understanding is the religion
of the inevitably ignorant
born into inevitable ignorance
of insensate transmitters attempting
to consider their own transience
in the mirror images
of the cis and trans of parallel universes
and then why not
etc etc
a ghostly voice posits
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