Mind's marionette

Sanity, a relative term.

No puppets here, the strings are cut

The frayed and ragged edges

Twist the dawn, until its knots are free

Red and orange streak across the sky like golden cords

Untethered, unweighted, flowing, effortless,

Free and not free

But there just the same

Neurons fire and electrons collide

Charges cascade to form your thoughts.

To fight the good fight: the holy war of cognitive process

All nerves and tingly spines,

A Pentecost of sorts, they say.

The capsule erupts

A shower of particles

An antidote to the poison

It sooths the flame. But does it still burn?

Extinguished, quenched, satiated

Free and not free, but there just the same