Venturing into the wilderness
where marble-white and spirit-dead
on the terrace of Olympus
we open-up some Ancient's head
though more than a hint of sure extinction
shadows of the gods that's in us
are persuasive that it all aint said
from beneath the dust-sheets
cry delusion
not even a poster-peeling wall
all you got is an intermission
a flickering screen from in the stalls
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