We’ve been here before

This crumbling playground of the gods

A fossilised mythology

An arena of chaotic symmetry

Its edges torn away

Ploughs gnawing at the perimeter

Furrows drawn towards the vortex

Our mundane Sunday has become

A gravitational singularity

Random pilgrims scattered

Circulating the nucleus

A convergence of aimless wanderings

All our lows have reached this zenith

On the hour

All living things are still

Premonition saps the sound

Then and now collide

Tiny histories

Rewound, reviewed

Past failings reconciled

The afternoon has reached its critical mass

A communion, a secret shared

By disciples of doubt

We are one

The child reborn

Primal elements

Roar beneath us

Perseus and Andromeda

Breathe again

Lifeforces bridled

Our pent up dreams

Fired once more towards the stars