Infected Nerves – a poem

The nerves fire with infection,

Dirty pulses triggered in sync

With forces unknown, trickling

Signals painting lurid companion

In brain games ghostly yet real,

Ultra there in ulterior reckoning,

Never where you expect, the pain

Beckoning.

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