Earth restores itself in regions of burnt ground. Does a new
paradigm leave The Old Ones behind? There is no path,
no creation, where there wasn't one before.

The fence between wild and civilization leans both ways.
The hag is bewildered: Although beauty's wavy hair is
freshly washed, it's salted with contradictions.

Prometheus was bound to "the residue of a terrible firing,"
a "scorched, corroded, yet incorruptible” mountain,
and martyred by vulturous revisions.