What opiate into my veins

That Lethe-wards makes me sink

Has been drained, though I have had no alcoholic drink?

This nagging tug 

Onto my e’er vigilant consciousness

Has drug me further onto the precipice of distress

Behind the curtain I reside

Afraid to show my hand

Construing the illusion that it's I who's in command

Command me to be well

“Vainly begotten”, though I am

Ashamed that I could not conform to 

Thy almighty plan

k.l.j