And so they flow, five rivers encased in bone, those chemicals
we don’t see but can’t live without. With drugs some move faster
than others; in moments of terror or instances of joy the waves
come crashing down.
Sometimes they flood us within,
the currents become too strong and we’re trapped by the mind’s undertow.
You don’t need a bathing suit to swim in serotonin,
or a board to ride the dopamine surf.
You need only to be alive to feel the electric fluids.
Right now you’re reading this poem.
Maybe it’s manifested some sort of significant emotion in you.
Ah my how your brain is wet.