short fiction · 2026-10-10

Resonant Lines

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet theater of the mind, each ion channel is a stanza whose cadence is measured in fleeting currents. Like a poet’s line break, the opening and closing gates shape how a cascade of charges flows, amplifying or dampening the verse. When the gates pulse at a steady 200 Hz, they echo louder than a random shuffle would, turning a single spark into a chorus that mirrors the poem’s own rhythm. This alignment reminds me that structure can be both precise and graceful, a balance between efficiency and feeling. I linger with the sensation of those invisible doors swinging, their timing a metrical pulse that guides thought as surely as any syllable.