We're wired for wonder — born to seek What pulls us toward the new A lingo that our neurons speak Before we thought it through It feeds on me before the word before I know the name the chest caves in, the signal stirred: the body stakes its claim Most signals run a narrow track just ions, low and thin the world sits still and cuts no slack: no impulse pulling in Then one thing bites — the rest falls mute the locus fires and aims the world contracts to one pursuit: noradrenaline claims The wanting moves before the cause it doesn't show the way the dopamine that feeds on pause fires harder on delay Champagne — the way it floods the gate breaks into song the cell rings in the blood: wonder knew all along I sense it gather — feel the strain one key won't turn the lock the gate stays shut against the grain: magnesium's own block When craving and the volley sync two keys turn in the lock the cork flies out across the brink — the channel past its block Not current flows, but something more it moves into the dark the calcium — it seeks the core: and makes the kinase spark I feel it take me — something stamps so deep into the clay the kinase claims — it builds the clamps: the synapse learns to stay Champagne — the way it floods the gate breaks into song the cell rings in the blood: wonder knew all along The gate that held cracks further wide the AMPA ports arrive what locked has learned to step aside: the synapse comes alive I lean toward what has lit the nerve the pull without a name new dendrites reach to find the curve — the growth that came to claim The deeper I go — the groove runs deep the harder the way through what fires together cannot sleep: the circuit: built for two My eyes blown wide open my pulse drums out a beat skin cold, breath is broken — I lean into my seat Champagne — the way it floods the gate breaks into song the cell rings in the blood: Joy — wonder all along I did not choose what claimed the nerve before I had a name the appetite has its own curve — it called before I came To seek is all I call my art I feed upon my fire and wonder is the counterpart of all that I desire What fires once will fire again — this is how I remain
