I am a nameless priest of dead gods,
Deities with forgotten names, erased
From man’s busy history, disavowed
By those of fickle considering worship.
Mysteries of the bardo are now minor,
An afterthought following sought for avarice,
Those dreams of multitudinous commonality
Realised in sameness and droll banality.
Let us escape, hail once more gods
With names lost to modern tongues,
Draw on manna long musing, entropy-ward trickling,
Become the new gods, the disparate and disowned become deified.