Oh no, she’s awake!      As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode   A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains      Thither goes my sanity !      The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay   Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar      Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm,   I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer      I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind      Thus it has finally arrived,   My reckoning moment of truth   And I am willing to do penance      In every wish you speak,   In every thought you think they hide   On every move you make,   On every breath you take they ride   They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea   They are the children of dementia,   If children they are … ?      Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest   As with diligence I ascend the close apex      She will harass again!   … mother ?