Trained to trap, to snatch:
What lightning can be saved?
From the dendrite blooming
Bottled in what lies closest
To the brain banks,
Frothing, crackling, synapse-like,
A life’s work and effort, the risk
Of madness taken each day, every
Moment, to dive into that primordial place,
Just for a singular chance,
Success the least concerning bit
In the back of the mind.