Perhaps more sedatives? (O pedestal in that candy creme cloud Sweet silence of soothing sound Smooth surface silky shroud)
Or - I have an idea - Self-"discipline"! (My mate, my enemy, my tormentor My mentor, my mantra, my memory)
Both, no doubt. A fine line between tamimg Amy's weeping and wailing And enabling her host's power of three! Her understanding, aligning and conquering! A feat we have actually seen. And despite the blinding whir (A side effect of the action) This imagery is not merely In her (or your) dream.
She as this Trinity, it would appear, Is not so few and far between As you tell yourself - and me - Just to be mean. Then again you're right: We both supported that Unsubstantiated "theory" For a long time And for bad reasons Let's be perfectly clear.
Because obviously she is not infallible! And when she slips, and Amy Gets wind (Woe! I can't pull Myself together - O no! Not again!) Darkness descends on our lives, O yes, yes it does. As farce. Again.
Out come sharp knives.
You and they think she punishes you. With her Woe, but no. The simple truth is she does not. How can she blame you For her biological weak spots, Related though they be To your life here - Please -
Look! Just look next time, And listen. Believe. She punishes herself - It's a nervous hysterical spell An energy temped out from hell The rage is diluted (She thought you could tell) In wild senseless pleas Meaning nothing! Nothing I tell you. Nothing in and for Eternity.