nervous energy

goes up in smoke without fire. sublimation at it's finest, no residue. finds a way in again, it always does for energy transmutes and the cup just got a lot bigger. quarter filled now when overflowing used to be the norm. grapple the devil by it's horns, the devil laughs and scoffs, i am no bull! a shapeshifter, a time warp, a memory loss and i grasped the angel tight - then found the scent familiar, a goat whose braying i could still hear. windows in my prison cell, stained glasses like my tainted perception i moan at my chains, my arms struggle fruitlessly ... ... the jailor enters and hands me the poison apple. it looked like any other apple, a man has to eat, another bite, another chew then the old familiar scoff from a memory, it came somewhere in the corner. where are you? i cried out. yank the chains, that familiar did, and i moved like a puppet, which i guess i was one then smoke filled the prison cell, cough, cough, a fit the jailor had ran away - chaos! a scoff, a sneer, though this time it sounded nervous: i receded, i vaporized, i became smoke without residue. twisted perceptions, strange roads, false labels but the scent is always the same when an old familiar beckons to jailors and windows casting a view. the view, the outlook, the possibilities while chains slipped invisibly once again - they always come back when i sneered, scoffed, it was the same echo - from memories buried deep into time.