blinding fire of neurons
- excitation & secretion -
all from a 2-D arrangement of pixels
that my brain thinks is worth getting worked up over -
symmetry, smoothness, scaling, and that jazz-
but that program isn't the final word
i've re-jacked the synaptic dance
when the wiser bit recognized something
flawless in the arrangement of a pile of flaws
or a gorgeous simplicity,
or, alternatively, poison in the perfection
in the short-run,
what was said of pornography may be true of beauty -
i.e. "I know it when I see it."
but, in the long run,
we're all dust,
vaguely-remembered best impressions