Neurogenesis - Noelle Trost (and associated artwork)

Neurogenesis - Noelle Trost

most days

my prison rests between my ears

she is pink

and constant

of transient memory

and electric desire

forever folding in on herself

a paper labyrinth

of fleshy hedges

every new thought

ensnaring me

every new fold

rendering my mind

an origami of ruminations

You can’t fold a paper in half more than eight times

Only eight times

Will I snap?

Will my synapses stutter

Or simply unravel

Bleed out and leave

A white sheet

Vestiges of my ambition

Left in eternal creases

I want to know so much more

they call it

Gyrification

but you close gap

smooth the edges

pave the path

from my mind

to yours

lay the golden strands

of myelin

guiding me

to refuge

i’ll rest there

for a little while