and once we danced with the gods of thunder-
canonised the stars from thrones of tenuous clouds
with delicate fingers that spread humanity like poison-
hands soiled by an eternity of sculpting

and once we danced with the gods of thunder;
a rhapsody far louder and far more entropic
than those of mere mortals
louder, louder- chaos in retrograde

and once we canonised the stars all at once;
delicate fingers spreading humanity
like a deadly poison
falling, falling- thrones of clouds

and once we sculpted life with delicate fingers-
dancing, dancing- in thrones made of clouds
whilst chaos played in retrograde-
whilst the stars spun wildly out of our control

and soon we will dance- yes, we will dance once again
as humanity, like poison, fills our veins