Word's intoxication,
swift and articulate,
derives its sensation
from memories distilate.

Liquid conversation
floods dry synaptic beds,
and novel information
weaves slick and silken threads.

The idea's contact
ignites a lurid spark;
scintillates the abstract,
and sears between its arc.

The touch of foreign thought,
borne from another's mind
is that which I have sought
and taught myself to find.