Via Sinistrae June 06 Once We Were Gods


	We were Gods once...

	Proud, wild, in possession of supple and willing human bodies.

	We tore through life like fire through a space station, unburdened by gravity, propelled by our all consuming passions.
		For a moment we were welcomed...
		...in the heart of chaotic rituals,...
		...embraced by ecstatic dancers, venerated by priests.
		In the midst of these maelstroms an unpredicted fusion occurred.
	Where the human and the deity were not distinguishable, where every invocation overlapped with every other, a living palimpsest was etched into our bodies, burned into our beings.

	We emerged from these rites as mutations. Aberrations who would not honor the subtle or gross laws of men, we were cast out of the temples of brotherly love.

	Some of us wandered the earth alone. Stared at television sets.

	Knew the insides of stars and quarks alike as if they were our own minds.

	Suffered the anxiety of separation, the only death possible for an immortal being.
Some of us had been grafted together so that we were never alone.
Hearts were open to us...
so that even as we tried to forget the inquisitions that drove us from our home...
...we were forced to know the minds of our tormentors.
		We dressed and lived as men of the earth
		...feeling ever more transparent.
		Shells to house the void of creation,...
		...unable to break the gaze of eternity
	At last we held our own rite. A meeting for fallen Gods.

	Only those who were unaware of our inner deformities dared approach.

	We used them to feed our fires until only we remained.

	Our songs reached into the oblivion.
Ghosts of our former lives...
...flickered before us.
The forest of forgotten worlds...
...sprang to life in the midst of our dances.
	All our sorrows, our joys spilled out of our bodies in a deluge that swept life away.

	The heat of our breath restored it again.

	We wrote a new incantation upon the husks of life and traveled backwards through the place...

	...where the human and the deity were undistinguishable, where every invocation is locked in a single prism of light.

	Now we wait… as a stillness… we wait for our time to emerge.