Axonal Drift

Ghost-light pulsing down the spine,

Thoughts unwind beyond design.

Synapse cracks — a flare, a shift,

Now we spiral… in axonal drift.

Voices flicker down the thread,

Memories stitched in gold and red.

I reach for names that won’t stay still —

Each one lost to neural will.

I float in static — signal blur,

Truth and dream begin to stir.

This brain was mine… now it divides,

Rewriting self in quantum tides.

How do you anchor a soul in motion?

How do you think when thought is ocean?

Axonal drift — I’m slipping through,

No center left, no me, no you.

Sparks ignite across the fold,

The self I was — already cold.

Drifting past what minds can keep,

Falling inward, thought too deep.

Pull me back or let me split —

I’m lost inside the infinite.

What is “real” in fragmented fire?

What remains when all rewires?

Emotions flash, then flicker out —

The cortex screams, but holds no doubt.

This is not evolution —

It’s dissolution, a neural fusion.

From macro-scale to micro-thought,

I am the data you once forgot.

I don’t know where the signal ends…

I don’t know what I am again…

Axonal drift — dissolve my name,

Rewrite the code, restart the flame.

All I knew now loops and bends —

This spiral never ends.

Floating through a fractured light,

Between the sparks and endless night.

Pull me back or let me split —

I’m lost inside the infinite.

I touched the core…

I heard the fire…

I am not broken —

I’m rewired.

Axonal drift — I’ve seen the whole,

Beyond the map, beyond control.

Let me fall or pull me through —

The signal is me… and the silence too.

One spark remains…

One path diverges…

One mind forgets…

And then… emerges.