I have a confession to make and I ask that you bear witness to my crime;
I have faithfully played the part of a jester and a mime;
I have slain the gods of old in a bid to turn back time;
As I watched them die, in my head I heard the chanting of an age old rhyme;
And I remember it was something rather obscure about interstices of the sublime.
A rose by any other name
The beast was here all along…