The disappearance

Since I was away
 the previous century you disappeared
 and no one was able to find you.

 The explorers were trapped
 by the metamorphosis of Breath into Fog...

 Somewhere at the end of hope...they were persuaded that
 either they were searching on an Earth without love
 or that love on this Earth
 was very dense.

 In this boomerang of conjecture
 you found the opportunity to move even further away.

 Of course...without anyone bothering you
 since even that smattering of birds
 that might have been able to spot you
 from the heights of their own Virtue
 had never understood the language
                                                         humans speak...
 or perhaps it has never been comprehensible.

 And I am certain that you roam about on this Earth
 which is either surrounded by nothing at all
 or is surrounded by great speed
 in order to catch the Ancient Rhythm
 for the surrounding of the senses in the Soul.

 And you again may find the opportunity to escape
 especially now
 for the Ancients have appeared on
 on the stage of the Modern Era
 as if confirming
 the despairing truths about Idols
 with their perpetual inclination
 to bantering and tragic irony.

 But whether they are blessed or cursed
 you daydreamers out there
 must get it through your head
 that in this sudden Presence
 there will be no miracle.

 And the Ancients appear disappointed
 not in the mood at all for a Renaissance.
 It seems they have wearied of pursuing
 Virtues and Conscience.

 They were endlessly looking for ideal women
 as they sought a peaceful catharsis
                                                         in their tragedies...
 and the brilliant diamonds of desires
 which they have imagined on the breasts of women
 were transformed into tears of disappointment
 by their admirers
 when they saw their generosity and grandeur
 being soiled on the corners of Athens
 in pursuit of Mary Magdalene.

 It happened later... Magdalene's repentance.

 But the Ancients and I
 do not want to bow down quite yet
 and hold our heads high.
 But our eyes are riveted there
 where Eve looked forward to the woman
 who would be to her liking
 so that waiting for her to come down
 we have been left without Epoch.

 This Epoch
 has passed in your possession
 and with it you will create
 another Human History
 which will be colonized by the Existence of Women
 for the vilest taste...

 And most important of all...
 since the Earth
                             of that Human History
 will have no trees
 which you must bloody yourself in order to climb
 to reach the Height of Female Love
 and because of this serious lack of Ethos
 the Height of the Feminine Ideal
 will be even with the level of the ground.