Neurotransmitters bathe the crags of existence
They provide the substance that backdrops perception
They are the river under Huckleberry Finn
They are the nettles that make the river safe from intruders
They breed the synaptic raft of communication
The neurotransmitter kayak is hungry to embark
Almost like there is no death
But I have crossed the river of no more
My receptors and dispensers are without neurotransmitters
The messages are not getting through
I feel my facade without substance
I am deeply sad at the malaise
Life is bleeding away
I am dissipating in the sunset
It is my hope that when the sunset comes effervesce will bubble
I am like all children afraid of the unknown
Yet I know the truth of what is
But I have put my step on the other side of the precipitous
I am in the transition
I am lingering in
The no more
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