Seasons of Sanity

Seasons of Sanity Affect my a$$. It is ever thus. Each season percolates Distinct chemical essences from the Cauldron of consciousness Sloshing edge to edge in my brain pan. Normalcy. No one knows what that elusive Formula could be. Perceptions are refracted A thousand times over Within the smoke filled Fun house of our existence. Synthesis. Earth’s seasons typify But do not define The kaleidoscope colors; Moods and perceptions Transform, intensify- Lavenders to lightning blue, Browns to lightening limes, Maroons to neon ruby reds. Thrashed strings of a guitar, Spectrums of ambivalent Harmonies theme my days. Seasons of Sanity. Anyone claiming to know The weather of sanity’s seasons Is to be avoided.