A strange
                         Cacophonous
                     Phantasmagoria
               Makes its own proposal
             Of euphony, ambrosial
              That fuels my heart
         And soul with an angelic
        Music, positively
        Therapeutic
        Yet
     Unrivaled
     And
    Untrifled
    By the
   Greatest
  Of my bliss
                I
             Am
          Clouded
          By infinite
       Moratoria, which,
      Inhibit my euphoria
And stem to a dull pulsing glow
  A sob escapes my chest
     As I fail to get rest
      Given to me by
    Those who claim
             To care
‘sunt mathematica est gloria’
The finest of euphoria
Logic condensed to a point
Rapturous             Rapturous
Is my                    mind
Finally               reeling
In a                       puzzle
Made to           decipher
At my                  utmost
Will and          fancy