The first of many new, totally irrelevant thoughts. For example:

SANITY/INSANITY
© JS Holloway

You poke, you prod, you check my eye,
my tongue, my pulse, my mind.
And are you sane? And have you passed
the tests you lay on me?
Is your barometer
carefully calibrated
by your own regard?
Can you fly, too,
above the gulf of grief
that rips and shreds
the pages of my life?

Don’t speak to me, o analyst,
of stress and strain and catalyst,
and childhood teddy bears.
The growling creatures of my youth
were slain by wilder things
more recent in their hate,
and far more sane.