May 18, 20201 min read

Inflamed

You have the sun in your head An imbalanced sun with spots, shooting corruption

These solar thresholds of pain are bisected, bites Not swollen or red, but deep

You would like to remember But, damage stops you Inflammation of the brain

How do we cure dementia? How do we dampen microglia fired up?

It’s distinct from growing old

The world seeks repairs to crazy biology

The world needs divine support

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