As I drifted out of time, Coalescing with a cloud – Not with one from planet Earth – I bore myself within a shroud Of gluons, muons giving birth To catastrophic undertones. E'er I suffered, underfed, and Lacking psychosymmetry, To liquefy in rabid pain – A misanthropic pleasantry – Evanescing; nil in gain – Oozing in a flow of zones, Eking out a panorama Underlain with horror drama: Satan, as an Antirama, Dancing in a fouled paijama, Disinterring hallowed human bones.