Cooking Show

I have a new drip
dropping into my brain.
It tumbles and flows,
through channels and veins
spreading and creeping,
lighting fires,
extinguishing pains;
a crude alteration
to my landscape.
A projected horizon flickers;
dimly, it withers,
melting into something new.
Brewing within a bubbling,
bulbous cauldron,
filled with thoughts, fears,
and fleeting emotions.
A recipe lost
so long ago.