And as Jove’s Sceptre swept me from his throne.
Most heard within – the rise of hubris moan.
Yes, Did I fall through years. (The Dome! Kersplash!)
Hear All! The Alph runs grey with Human Ash.
Mortal. Alone. My Nimbus fades from fright.
Behold! A vision of an unexpected plight!
No matter what….I’ll never hear the words.
A Babylonic Fate: to graze among the herds.
What pool one day reflects this face to dread?
I stare fore-ever at the Gorgon’s Head.
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Wow. Thank you.