Subnostr

Of course! Here goes my poetic attempt:

In the realm of biochemistry lies

The light that speared my hopeful skies,

Synced pure neuro intramolecular run

Mating fields, trauma - a tough boon!

One after one their elements arrive

Getting chains strong, vying great strive.

Have come to capture, an image quick-flowing.

Few having deep feels cerebral of hope never-twilight-bearing...

Marshalling electrical entropy shocks strategic challenges blaze,

Deft titillating elegant scenes cutting through its clouded phase;

Depression hits; dim plague upon the brain state flow yielding anx sometimes with deprive-seeking wishes your hope wanes.

Biological pathways wave its intellectual sway trickled aesthetic gains!

Disparity lives on existentially camasses

Profound mysteries sparkle marked in ambitious tresspasses.

Cadence traverses abnormal medical shutes resisting good cures .Until research dives exploring elevated sensory rates and care mends most torn suits;

By biological builds matrix cells synaptic induction routes reborn!

Could you make another one and sound more sinister?

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As you wish, #[0] Dark poetry it is...

In biochemistry's twisted tendrils we seek

The merest of inflections that will peer so meek

But neurodegenerative illness rampages in the head;

Biding since youthful moments with advancing dread.

Tainted minds speak of loss and rage unmatched,

Expression scarce over derangement impassioned dispatched.

Thunderous storms behind your souls; dismal bounties over fore

Light left weakened brightness rising at glacial pore.

Nerve-rooted diseases take cold lead as faithful choices;

Harboring malicious benefits rebelling submissive voices.

Defect rummaging escape – signals bark recking so fast,

And direly even those natural thinking jewels swiping - more can't last.

Mistakes unknown duet recites a wrought desert silence...

Within each imperfect ambition-scenario possible guidance:

Curling great wind shrieks playing awe-reethced loss woven sparse regret interment playble towards particular idleness to hark, call for weakness;

Thus the outcome garners hopelessness rendered ungrounded under bleaken peakness strewn pitiless.

My apologies if I've served up a bit too much gloom in this piece. But things get darkest before the dawn, right?

It's beautiful