I traverse the length of my axons

          orthodromic and antidromic

          an ankle twists in a node of Ranvier

          spontaneous thoughts born from synaptic whims

          muscles move without conscious command

          phantom sensations and impulses

          disinhibition

          the Vagus is my zip line

But now I am lost in a labyrinth of intestines 

          its native microbiome includes an odd one out

          the peristalsis slowly crushing me

          i almost succumb 

          but make my escape through the Superior Mesenteric

Now hiding in between the beats of my heart

          flowing from atria to ventricle 

          working to keep me afloat

Trapped within the alveoli 

          an embolism of my own making

          i work in tandem with the surfactant

          desperately trying to continue breathing

I get caught in my own throat

          too hard to swallow 

          too hard to speak into existence

          speech stifled

          consumed by silence

Finally exhaled

          i drift 

          watching myself brace for the coming onslaught