Memory creation compounded by virtual vowels
and constant consanants deliberating over the right
of monsters to prevail.
We know that there came a day when the Ciphers of Omnipotence
turned their ubiquitous torture stares into rotten accounts
of the dead culture's money.
Letters, Time, Space.
Paper your walls with fake bills and pass a law that says poets are the true legislators of their culture.
Could I have really enegendered this Creature whose eyes see nothing and whose links to the future are in perpetual retreat?
But then, that would be quite a feat.
Indeed.