the great delusion

all hail caesar till the death god took pity then claimed what was his all along. for the cracks that came on porcelain was embedded inside, but humans saw only clothing and it comes with a price tag easy to be made if one has money. and what is money? it is that lucky strike, it is that hard life with lots of saving - both look the same, both completely acceptable for the norms are like the norn gods out of reach with newer ones sitting at the sun palace ablaze with talk of subterfuge. but no one knows really, for you see - the norms are like gods. they make their own rules, "better to be safe than sorry" and yet it is a seal that works. till norse mythology uncurls from hidden universe - they come back with a vengeance. then the pitiless cry out! how strange this wave, how odd this feeling out of touch when caesar is erect. unblinking, unashamed. just tall. that is when the whispers begin, then the flood rises from wells no longer tended. they are hysterical, screaming like poltergeist unrestrained for the greatest hallmark of a new star is this. this unblinking earth still believing it is the center of the stage.