after the calm, the stOrm
uNleashed by thE beast
in cYlindrical form

opEned with A twist
of a cynical wRist
holding out foR the meaning
of feEling forlorn

feedinG the manacled mist
of the morNing
reeling in Up-ended
empties galore

even nOw as I think back
half scared I might sink back

my mYthical lover is
scorned ever
more