You know those hyper-neuronic days:
every highway and alley on the connectome
goes up and up and up, and they say
that the end of the day, the peak, is home.
Yes, rest is nestled at the very crest
of loose synapses, neural trails,
gravelly, steep and rising to the west
and with sun in eyes, one tries and fails,
stumbles, grumbling, wanting sleep.
The sweeping lines of every thought
plod upwards, relentless from the deep
while the daybody crawls its way to port.
The view is dark from the nightworld's top
and the muscles rest, though the mind can't stop.
A connectome (/kəˈnɛktoʊm/) is a comprehensive map of neural connections in the brain, and may be thought of as its “wiring diagram”. More broadly, aconnectome would include the mapping of all neural connections within an organism’s nervous system.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connectome
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