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…