“If there be such a thing
As false memory,
Why then does recollection sting
As a demented wasp?

The physical pain
May go, but the buzz
Does remain,
Churning,
Returning
Again and again.

The lunatics have taken over the asylum
But who are the lunatics and who are the sane?
And why in the brain
Does the imaginary sting
Remain?

The plays the thing
Wherein we’ll catch the conscience of the king”.
“But Claudius is long since dead
And Hamlet is mad”,
The doctor said.