Philosophies

My brain is fizzing.
Not unpleasant.
A far from comfortable effervescence.
A sizzling, fizzing, combustible,
bubbling brain.
It fires thoughts across my night sky
like UFOs.
From the unknown to more of the same,
they sparkle confusion
from neuron to neuron
and continue to far away.
I am an atom in the void,
percolating tiny philosophies.