When I awoke from surgery
For cochlear implantation
I found myself subject
To the tyranny of the vertical axis
Suspended within a whirling cone
Composed of disjunct fragments
Of sensory impression
Rotating clockwise at varying rate
Around one ever-receding apex
Simultaneously above and below me
Imposing gyroscopic inertia
Upon the crowded recovery room
Where other patients awoke and suffered
Mildly or intensely as the case may be
And the beautiful companion spoke to me
Greg could you please vomit more quietly