Connectomics

I am a freshly humbled man
Who now knows pain and death do not equate
As pain helps measure out the span
Leading to every inert fate...
And I would live pain free if I could
But that was never meant to be
Since flesh and nerve are not like wood
But the holy grail of agony.

And so I bid my pride adieu
To quickly trade it for relief
From whatever living threatens anew
In our broad avenues of grief,

So parallel with our neural maps
And just as loaded with booby traps!