Under the spell of synaptic explosions.

The wizardry of mind
cast as spells
covers the lies
the wand performed
waving the truth,
the fireworks started.

While the genie in the bottle
looked on begging,
three wishes to be granted
fell on the failure
to remove the stopper.

Trapped inside the lamp
shaking on thought’s tremors,
a mirrored image weeps.

The door to the witches wardrobe opens
on the cobweb trails
that spun footsteps fleeing,
the tree of knowledge speaks
as the book of your life is read.