Certain repressed gods, br compelled to shed shade br over humanity's visions, br forecast the end of the world br after the apogee br of the endowed aeons. br br We planned passages br of higher perplexity forcing them br toward the skyline's limit. br br All the elements infused together br during a utopian union. br We believed everything br was finalised, until the resentful br gods we had deceived br arose again, a Mafia Mobius br band strangulating br our self-righteousness; br laying our hearts in our hands: br coveted crimson corsages. br br Life begins anew, portents br and the dead illuminated, br the tsunami breaks on the horizon, br the space between our brothers br and sisters diminishes br as dewy-eyed Dawn leans br upon her golden sceptre. br br Terra reborn! The poet's prestige br placed before her altar. br br br br br 020108br br Gregory Wm.