the violent nectar of gods once moved as pawns of mortal's bidding if only to hear the thunderous dawn of a thousand oceans colliding with the vacuous ether if only to taste the sweet ambrosia of serpentine gold meandering within our hearts if only to touch the lost moments of a paradise which peers thru narrowing portals lit in veiled walls if only to sense the great embrace of the universe cradling us with invisible tears upon mountains of giants on an island in the sky . . . |