Never since the Autumnal hours came to an end
has your name, even in whisper, resounded so loudly
A name in this day only I have the courage to speak
for it is in my destined years this name to perpetuate
     and all the guilts and disorders
     torments and sacrifices that accompany
And though I accept these very roots as mine
I shall seek the wisdom required
to dispel what you've evolved to
And as I cannot convince you of a soul
I shall come to speak thy name only in the absence of others
For you exist no more than what your image does challenge
     Reason, itself, denounces your existence
Thy flesh has come to cool
You are all myth


                                 -Dylan Wahl

                                  copyright 1997