I too, am subject to her fantasies
Flinging things around,
Leaving in their wake impediments of gloom.
I too, am subject to her frowns
And paralyzing tides
Clattering chaotic in their underwater shelves.
I too am subject to her whims -- those rancid
Thoughts that unify her dreams,
Those siren swells
And scenes of rabid light
The gray goddess weaves
And furiously imparts into her mind!