Curse the nepenthe of thy balmy lips and goblet bittersweet.
Thy promises repulse me as do all sugary nothings.
Indolent thou flowest through the cavern of sleep,
and I cavort and carouse in my musings of befouling thee.
Assassin of all triumph that has ever come to be!
Thee I exile by the very word
which breathed thee absurd and serene!
I deny thy power in the stretching sails
of a soul and songbird by art of ravenous will,
and dethrone the silent terror of the aeons at thy feet.
Grace my ears with the canticle of thy dead screams
as I hail with pandimensional fury
to the rise of Mnemosyne!