Captain E. Nigma
Chap so elusive is her illusion,
Alive in her visceral confusion.
Peculiarly, he's absent and surreal,
Teasing and sentencing her cerebral
Anxiety. Mingling with her eager
Imagery, she's teeming with a keen thirst.
Nebulas, tempting, affect explosions
Emulating her lust, empty when
Nerves erode from impatience upon
Ground zero. A duration so long,
Minutes seize hours embedded with years.
At last, ever-riddling Captain draws near.
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