 I'd rather be sleeping until my shift of temple begins. Get into us! I'd like to say I was going out on my own. Here. He's saying we're going. So, he was serving his fellow- Balbo insists that Lord Hermes is a servant just like her. So why should she call him Lord? What delivers messages for the gods? Is that the beckon call? Get this morning over with so I can return to my temple duties. Then yes. You really prefer the stuffy granary to the meadow of delight? That's not me. That Persephone and her maids would be in the meadow. As they have morning after morning, millennia after millennia. I have thought to bring my swiftly aging friend here to a place of rest. Take me from my place of rest. So you can rest when you're dead. Hey, Hermes. I probably will, thanks. Oh, and have you seen my mother before? Tell her I'll get back to my real work as soon as I can. Tripp, you wound me. Good morning, Balbo. A good day. I think you're capable of successfully spying on Demeter. I have sources. The Lord of theft and lies, Hermes. I folks have invited you, Mr. Tripp. Now it's your turn. The prophecy I've been discussing for so many hours with Demeter seems to indicate a marriage as well. A marriage between my son Tritolomus and the gods Persephone. Well, sounds like fun for anyone. Within this world below, accept your fate. And it's placing that these dark cabins, your place of rest, then neither of you seem to rest your opinions. You'll find the dice, Hermes. So not in addition to my cherry color, the usual compliments of the dead, and my invitation to take a walk with me, I have a message for you. Really? A message? What is it? It's sufferable than usual today. Yeah. To believe you'll be married soon, I want to talk to you about it. And before you ask the reason, I can tell you it's trouble from Delphi. A prophecy of marriage? Involving me? Rejoice. And why should I consider marrying anyone? Anyone else care to comment? I, myself, can see. Well, if only it was so. It can be so. It will be so. It must be so, so modic sweet. Well, who is it I'm supposed to marry? Prophecy or no, I will not marry anyone I could love. I've been forbidden to talk to you about that. Oh, convenient that. Sorry. We'll breathe in the upper air together. So moat it be. Lord, am I in the honor of addressing? My late, I am Hades. My lord, if I enter a lady, I ask you to let go of me. Why? Why? Because I ask you to. Not for forced things. You care not for things forced from themselves. What if they usurped underworld, you fool? Yes, you are correct. It was stolen from the goddesses, and I am the one who up-steal it. But I love the deeps, and I care for the dead, as far as I'm allowed, if that makes any difference. Tell me more about your stolen home. It is the black of a painted night, stars on a velvet spangled cloak, long rushing rivers of curling silver, tumbling over buried chasms, a galaxy of mist ascending. I have had my lord seen as well. As there are rushrooms. I need to be alone again, before my day begins, which is now already has spin. My lady, we will see each other again. Yes, we will. How about your leave? Your leave to what? To leave my lady. Oh, you have my blessing. What about me? So nice. Goodbye. I know what just happened between you and Lord Hades. Did something just happen? No evasion, lady. It was as if time stopped, and the moment became about the two of you, like magic or something. Music began just well. The very moment, the robbed. You two just stood there. Very sassy. And yet, moment by moment, the morning grows, and once again, we go back to the fields. I've turned to work for no mother. See? Phoebus Apollo shows the hour so late, with duties still to fulfill, and never before failed. So formal. Zoe, Chloe, Metanoe, say good morning and farewell to my mother. I see. Be wary, Zoe. Criacus may bless you with increase. Great goddess, may be brief all the joy we deserve. You are young. No blessings for you, Metanoe. I'm fine, guys. Well then, I'll say good morning to you, you chore. Sweet maidens of the meta. Where's your wife? Extra underground. Persephone. You figured one Olympus last night. Right? How is the office? Oh, it's fine, my lady. Subject change, awkward. How fine is he? As fine as silk sheets. Clued and slippery. Oh, God. I did not need to know that. Are you sure? I'm sure that you were still a chore. Your brother is frustrated, is what he is, Lady Persephone. Not that I enjoy hearing. But what about you? What about me? What about Lord Hades? Rejoice, my goodness, and let it out, lady. A beautiful morning made more perfect by happy chance, happy, happy chance, to find the chore at work. Good morning, lovely sister. Rejoice. Why? You're the god of ecstasy, and you're asking me why? Yes. Well then. Rejoice, triptanus of the house of that narrow, my husband to be. I await thy every husbandly command. Wait a minute. You weren't joking. Apparently, it's a prophecy. A mother and a lady? Somehow I don't think it's the same prophecy. Hades and my mother? That will never happen. Not if I can help it. I mean, I don't think it's the same thing. Good morning, Mary Hades. What is that, Lord Hades? It's for the position's movement. Tess, you're in trouble. Yeah, but we're back. Oh, no. They never talk outside. So you lucky couple, you have the two of you. I mean, my mother's complaints is to me, with no objection by me to be happy. I didn't see my mother or yours this morning. I need to speak to her. It's not that I don't find you attractive, goddess. That's all, that's all. Oh, principle of the thing, and that's all. I'm sure. Nothing else. Resent me. Nothing. Yagas, Yagas, I'm leaving. What? No. I'll knock you off. Thank you. Then let's go. Hades. That's cute. So remind me of... Yes, remind me. I shall return to kiss you in the field. And would you plow with her, O2? I think not. Back to your minds and arbors, brother Mai. I trip behind this man caught up with Hades. Oh, lucky sister. Rejoice. I'll tell you what you are. Your love with someone else, and I don't know who it is. I find that it's irritating. Is it Chloe? Zoe? No. None of them Yagas. But there is someone else. I did not say that. Oh, you did not say that either. Didn't not say what? That he's in love. Go ahead, say it. I will not say that I'm in love. Are you in love? Fine. If you won't say it, then I'll... Vision. And I see now the new trip. I've known you since you were a baby. You've been my best friend for many years. I say you are in love. I'm getting older. And I'm not. A curse, my deity loses me those I love. Don't you trust me anymore? If not as a friend, then as a god. Have I ever gotten you into any trouble I couldn't get you out of? It's not that I don't love or trust you. It's just I know where my future lies. It's here at the temple, though not married to Persephone. I know what goddess receives your fervent worship. A more attentive priest my mother will never have. I admit to some jealousy. I admit that I'm my mother. Mother, are you? What? I said it from when he was a baby to just now. He's minted in that way. Persephone told me, are my mother and the goddess in the temple waiting to receive petitioners waiting for you? Your mother did try to find you this morning and you must have just missed Demeter at the meadow. What's your intent? I'm talking about this. No, no, no. My counsel, you do not yet make my mother aware of your love. Be charming, be indirect. Poetic. She's a sucker for poetry, dad says. Oh, goddess. Sorry. He doesn't belong in this conversation. Poetry? She inspires you to be inspired. A great love indeed to aspire to a goddess. So, let's celebrate this great love. It's never balked me before. Joining of our children is not something they have to love. What else could the Oracle mean but this? Mistress. Must it be this generation? For somebody is a goddess. She will remain young far longer than a mortal. Perhaps the Oracle meant to be a grandchild of mine and not my son. The words are for the time that they've spoken in. You oppose this union as well? Well, become a god because of it. Well, deity has its prize. I would remain mortal, given the choice. I'm as human as any of your prior priestesses. In my lifetime I have known desire, pleasure, birth, loss. I have grown and flourished. And now I decay and decline. There is a blush still on your cheek. A dust. A raw tumult upon petals at fullness. But I would have it no other way. What a lifetimes have you been this mother, this embodiment of harvest. More than I care to recall. Recall it. A corey. The springing, dancing force of joy recently released from captivity and relished it in her new world. I don't know what happened to her. Well, the rolling storm and the fullness of the fields of matters had seemed and came to beautiful children. The light that touches the beginning of life, the light of all the ecstasy. And by these chains of love she was forever bound into her role of mother. Who chose to make love to Zeus? Ah, passion can destroy all choice. No, we arrive again at these words. Houses of Demeter and Metanera will twine together sprouting new vibes. What a love! What of it? Yes, I long for love and for happiness with this green mantle dragged at my shoulders and crooned me before my time. There is no reason not to lay aside every once in a while, you know. Balbo would say. Oh, don't tell me what Balbo would say. I'm sure it would shock us both. No, gone are the days when I would let my pleasure overtake my duty. Zeus, the thunderer, was very good at some things. Love he's incapable of. And now he's married. Your talmons must be outside. Let's show the next petition. I seek a private audience for the goddess as a supplicant and not as her priest. I must speak with you for a moment. Don't worry, mother. I already got the message you sought to give me. I just wish to speak to the goddess and return to my duties. The goddess hears and grants thy audience. Metanera, you can step outside. Yes, goddess. I do not ask for that, honor. I wouldn't even suspect the wishes of my goddess, and yet... The columnist, I've never seen disrespect out of you towards myself or any living thing. Well, Balbo might take exception. So she should. No, I've noticed you are quiet and rather burning devotion. Earn the right to speak your mind. Well, this is my heart that speaks. I cannot marry Persephone. I beg you to reconsider your will. How many times do I have to say this is not my will? I love another. Love another. And who is this that can outmatch my Persephone? You've been so far bold. Continue. My avatar of love raises a calm storm. The spray for perspiration tripling regulates that crisscross in a classic design. A great treasure an entire hoard contained in one precious gem. The velvet sounds of night unfolds her steely stride clean, closed in petals of no mere goddess. But a woman, the stars pause, waiting for a single falling word to burn to dust in the upper air. They are blind, and without eyes to see and to a scare when only her glance was twice. Her dance never ends. A cutting their figures would be lovers clamoring compete for just one kiss from her. Aphrodite pales in comparison. Some woman will find herself much the poorer for loss of this worship. I find myself strangely jealous. What name versus one so lucky and unlucky? I may not say. What? Do you have some married woman? Married not to a man, but to her position. She's a priestess then. I'll find the right Persephone. What does it matter? Dr. Chalamus, whether my daughter has your love or not, she's well blessed in this union. I couldn't ask more for her nor for myself. I kid you this love, but I cannot swear faith. You will marry Cori. With the love I bear my goddess, I'm sorry for all this. Return to your duties with my blessing. Dr. Chalamus, I do wish things could be otherwise. I do wish things could be different. This is the time set aside for mortals to crab a bone of me. There was no one waiting out there. Oh, they all disappeared when I gave them the evil eye. She called me mother and I must have done something wrong. It was only a joke. It was only a joke, you know. I don't joke in your temple. I don't believe I've ever seen you at the Crossroads. A little wedding goes a long way. I don't know why I don't know if I'm married or not. Could I ever be angry at you? You're never around long enough. Why isn't he returned from wherever it has you been? There are many mysteries to which even I hold no key. A new mystery was revealed to me in the deep of night while I was meditating on the moon. As the cloud obscured her face, I heard a question in the darkness. Why are you trying to take my granddaughter marry someone she doesn't love? Now, if you were as magical and mystical as you have us all, think you wouldn't need to ask. Oh, I know. Delphi dropped a steaming load in your life. It's an oracle of no mean skills myself. I know how open and empty such words can be. For example, metonair, your husband has been among the dead for years now. You could marry Yoggos. What? Or Yoggos could marry Tryptoramas. Or you could marry Tryptoramas. My mother, you go too far. Although in your case, I'm not sure why anyone would be attracted to you. Susicide. Well, you are young. As goddesses go, suppose that's something. By the way, metonair, it's quite a lad you raise there. Nice calves. Please stop wasting my time. I have never wasted your time. Did you always say when you choose not to listen to me? I will leave now. I'll take the time to annoy you again sometime soon, if you're not. There are other prophecies of what? Metonair, daughters, gentlemen. Tell Zeus about the wedding. Goddess. Your mother spoke of another prophecy. And it calls you. A toast to the storm. I'll seek it to thunder. You raise our glasses high. To the sky we revel in lights of them. For my benefit. Thank you, but no. Don't be rude, ladies. I summoned you here with your deliberately misunderstanding. Your misunderstanding that you summoned me here. What gives you the rights I am the lord of Olympus. One by the world with the dice. You cannot escape this doom, brother. You not wish to bury Demeter. If you want to understand, you will not force something. The threats, brother. Happy don't leave to merely threaten, brother. Say this, but hey man, that's just crazy. Where does that leave us? Are you still streaming? I kind of hope not. Hello. The camera is live. Hi, everybody out there in TV land. Thank you. Well, you did a great job. We're actually streaming right now. So. Hey, remember? It was like a sheet blog. Broken eardrums truly battered from the impact of her voice. Rise from this muck and mire and show me your face. Scatter through my scalp. There's been no more to awaken woman. Oh, there you are. Broken shore. My appetite's died too finely on me. All my sins for good are tamed. Run some curve. Heal and listen to my words. Call me dog or call me wolf. Call me king or curve, please. Oh, please. Oh, pretty please. Please do it quietly. Here. Light back at what fits you. Iaka sends his compliments and commiserations. We have things to discuss. First, you're late with the reins. Do something about it. To inform you of your daughter's betrothal and impending marriage, I don't require your blessings. Well, then my blessings on you for bounties received in things long past. Your tail still wags your tongue, I see. I was young then and naive. I mistook you for a wolf. My loving wife and I are undergoing a trial of great distance rather than of close proximity. If I may ask, who are you marrying my daughter to? Tritolomus, son of my priestess, Metoneras, to marry Corre. Corre, eh? What about Persephone? This is decreed by prophecy. Ah, yes, prophecy. Marriage has been on my mind as of late as well as prophecy. So, I heard. Have you? Queen of Olympus! Didn't expect that, did you? His are made in heaven. Besides, she doesn't love me. The never did. There was no spark between us. No lightning. Do you remember how we made the clouds bellow and thunder? Do you recall the passion nice to see roiling beneath your skin? Even now, that magnetism draws us closer. I remember the grain in your hair, the rustling of your apple juice. Zeus! Oh! Thank you, love me. I know I don't love you. Once, perhaps, but now... Well, then what if my brother Hades surely wouldn't pass up the opportunity to regain the womb of night? How can this prophecy be yours? No more or less valid than the one you received, or do you believe that only your interpretation can? Oh, I believe my interpretation issues from an unfeavored consideration. Persephone, he agrees with you then. Think it, Ray. I have a marriage to announce. There was once passion, if not love, between us. Please, give the beauty we produced a chance at her own passion. I need to speak with you. The goddess approaches there is no time. I thank you, princess. You keep your mouth shut around Demeter. Even if you ordered me, you know I wouldn't. Couldn't you mean... Mother, I am in love, but not with Persephone. The goddess already knows this. This changes nothing. It changes everything. The Oracle has been consulted. How do you consider your son's happiness? It occurs to me that a lamp in my chambers was not extinguished upon her departure. Please return and make sure it is out. I would have a house to return to. Mistress! I would rather you keep your tongue there than lose it here. Go. Mother, do you love Demeter? Tripp, of course I do. Are you afraid of her? Yes, I am. Tripp? Come, let us stand together for the first and last time. Let the world know what begins here. From mother to mother, we cast the nets between us. From mother to mother, we pull our nets to shore. Tighten and closer, we tie the sheaves and the harvests. Sharing lines and roots, our two families will become one. It will be your wedding day. Rejoice and the yoke you will pull together to plow the fields of our harvest. Rejoice at your new role. This is a needful duty to your mother's house. My duty is to myself. Great goddess, Demeter of the harvest, I can no longer be your faithful priest. I break with thee. It is decreed by prophecy. No, mother, you have decreed this. If it never happens, then it can't be faked. Oh, the wisdom of youth. The lessons of the season-thin cycle seem to have left little mark on the two of you. The moon cannot be forced in her path. So much for prophecy. Prophecy. She damned. I won't see Persephone make my mistake. God, isn't he who we should think about? Now my priestess turns against me. I regret this, Nittaner. You will not threaten my mother. What a wonderful son-in-law you would have made. What are you doing here? I've come to stand with my daughter for the first time. Demeter, please listen. I thought I raised you to live with freedom. You never gave me the gift of structure. This is no gift. This is a shackle, and I refuse to wear it. You will not bend. I will break you. I will thrust your grains and grind you to the flour for the bread I make. There'll be a wedding here tomorrow, whether you will or not. Daughter, what have you done? This is ill done. Shut up, both of you. I do not have any say in anything I've done. Now come and go on. Cross me if you dare. Stephanie, your tarnaless. Tomorrow morning. For Stephanie, I will not be here tomorrow. Talk to her, sir. I'm here. A place where you can go, but perhaps your mother cannot. If you can enter it all, there is one there that loves you. What, who loves me? Yes, if you love him. He wants to marry you. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that. Don't break his heart. If you love him, I mean. Yes, father. Daughter, I cannot know what you will do, but I always choose love. To what? For your fate. You too, my goddess. My lady. I compel you to tell me the truth of what you've seen. My lady, we reported for our duties this morning and all was as you saw. Lady, can you? You slapped her yesterday. What? What compelled you to slap her, Stephanie? It's performing my duty as a mother. A duty to slap your child. Why don't we just sober up for a moment and calm down? What? Give her back to me. We don't have her. I see how it is. You all conspire. It was born before their brother. The dice and I walk. I can discover an eternity. The juice knows how much beauty lies in the roots of the world. Couldn't you rather rule on Olympus? I'm far too noisy up there having to host all those parties. I like the silences here. Silences? It's not always silent. At times, I wonder deeper. Even the dead behind there are absolute voids of space where any salad was reduced to less than nothing. Then there's the sound of the earth grinding his teeth like an old woman filled with secrets. The music of spring rills waterfalls. Then I go up to the upper caverns and the dead swarm me until I welcome them. I remember the first time they came at me. They didn't know what they wanted. I felt the need of the song. I was compelled to open up my arms to them. And that's how it's been. What do they do? Well, they just sit there and pupate. They love to talk. They talk about the poor and powerful like... Pupate? Like butterflies? I suppose. Though I've never seen one molten all the time I've been down here. This feels as if the story hasn't changed in a long time. Longer than many of the other times. Things begin. Things begin. Some things begin. We were there. Worker Stephanie, I know. Pardon me, may I intrude? Oh, you don't have a... Oh, thank you young lady. Your name is? Zoe. This is Chloe and Metanoe. Well, I am Agatha. But how could she do that? Well, Yacus says she's achieved the mental state of a night flying mammal with defecation issues. He means she's gone batshit crazy. And he should know it's a family trait. If it is resemblance to Zeus, you mean? Not really. What did the Yacus say about Persephone? He wasn't talking about her. I don't understand. He was talking about Demeter. Haven't you heard? The power of the gnaw. Demeter slept, my mistress Persephone. Surely a mother has the right to discipline her child? Persephone is not a child. It was completely uncalled for. Demeter caused this huge scene on Olympus and then she abandoned us. She's searching for Persephone. No, do not make excuses for her. She took her powers from the world and she left. Chloe, she'll be back. But how long will it take? What if she doesn't mind Persephone soon? She might not have to eat, but we do. We, and it's not just humanity, it's everything alive. The world will starve. I know it. Let's just hope she knows it. Well, she... I have to go. Well, usually I don't have to. But your mother and grandmother both came down here several days ago looking for you, I think. Several days? I just left the meadow this morning. You did? Maybe you didn't. Sometimes, time is different as you descend. Well, what can you do if she returns now, intending to take me back to her temple and marriage? I'll tell her you're mine now and she can't have you back. These girls are now yours to keep. What if I don't want to stay here? I'm confused. What do you want from me? Are you ever going to ask me to marry you? Zeus told me you talked about it yesterday, or several days ago, whenever. Well, now you want me to ask you to marry me? Maybe. Here we are. What would you do if I walked away right now and miss you? Then let me leave so you can begin to miss me. Bye. No! No what? Please, don't go. Not yet. Please stay. Why? Why should I stay in a place with all this beauty? Because I know... Because I love you. I know there's something left to keep you here. You need your flowers. I have these to give, but... They're the oldest of the dead. They're beautiful. There's dead. I said something's wrong. You'd never stop coming down here. Nor are they departing now that we've changed them. Let's go to the meadow and see what's happening in the world above. Well, take me out of here. It's my mother. She said something. Well, since it seems like you can't, I'll go. Gregg's until my mother returns. No more grapes for why. If she returns... He'll return. She has to. I feel she will. I hope she will. So, the last drink, I insist you drink with me one last time. Last drink or not, you always insist. I don't want you to grow any older, brother. Well, I'm mortal. I'll always be your friend until the day I die. Then someone else will grow into the boy God's sidekick. And out again. Yeah. Who will help me chase the girls? Oh, you've never needed my help with the boys or girls. And what about my mother? Let's not talk about her right now. We need to talk about her. I've got enough to know that. So, as a brother, drink with me one last time. You rely too much on the wine. We'll help me finish it, and I won't be able to rely on it anymore. As a brother. One cup for us to share, two sips, two toasts. Then you first. And last and always. Two demeter, my mother. Your goddess of the harvest. The harvest. She cuts things down for people to eat, grains, cereals. To my mother. So bear, the cupboards are empty. Does she care? Where is she? Where is she? Endlessly fighting some counterfeit war. But I'm still leaving from the shore. A return. You love her. You hate what she's done. To the return. The compulsion I did not. Although there is always a cause for true knowledge. Of course there is. Here, drink this. I'll be 12 this week. There will be a time. That's her nip. They alter and kind of bitch you exactly. Then you take it off and start a new wardrobe. Boy, do you ever have some comfort in that? No. Not a story either. I dream until the dawn. Let your heart be still. Pretty impressive tea. Better. Well, I'd offer you some milk and sugar. But since we're in the grip of a deadly famine. I suppose not. Who haven't you heard? Demeter absconded with the temple gold and an altar boy. Three months ago. Leaving everyone to starve and of course die. That can't be. I haven't been gone that long. Three months. I didn't know about you. Wait. Did you just say that's how long you've been gone? Three months? Just like her. Butter if you must know. Just like her. Look at your search. I'm looking for my daughter. Oh, what's her name? Young maid. To serve in my stead. As drunken night hits way. To the silver light of day. My mortal spirit will fade. Then I'll awake to another. Demeter absconded with the temple gold and an altar boy. You crazy talk. Do you hear me? You're hungry for that way. I still love her. May she strive. To serve in my stead. As drunken night hits way. Breathe out. Again. Biscuits, did you say? Yes. You're not helping. Warm, buttery biscuits. Mother, she was up here. Why do I still smell biscuits? Balboa. Balboa. Biscuits. What just happened there? Nothing. My mother. Are you sure? She's disguised herself as an old crone. How is it like you and I? Hey, now. But I have no idea no matter what she looked like. That's romantic. Or spooky. Inacus, are you ready for a rebirth of something? After certain recent events. Get out of the table. It's not that bad, is it? The goddess hasn't gone that long. This is a temple to debit her. Who should be about feeding the people? Anyway. I'm searching for something precious. Something stolen from me. An earring? Your virginity? At least she was taken and I'm trying to find her. Well I've been trying to find her. Truly all you can offer me. What about your biscuits? I'm going to save my... She didn't mean to hurt us by what she did. Yeah, she did, mother. She took her guilt on having driven Persephone off out on the entire world. Yeah, but she wasn't thinking to talk about her that way. You? A priest? She was being selfish. I never would have thought her of it. Her daughter had been stolen. She slapped her daughter and tried to force her to marry me. No, she didn't. You're wronged in as a mother. Not the goddess I longed to worship and longed. Oh my god! Here we are. She was a no. Her niece, my lord, are the last favor to ask. You knew she was here the entire time, liar? I wasn't lying. I didn't know until now that she had gone down there. They don't think... I know. Let me in. She's not mine to give, mother. I give you my permission to enter. But it's not just my need. You see, you also need my queen's which she would like to give, but cannot. Your queen? My core? Hour for seven. My wife? She was supposed to marry Tritolinist. That doesn't matter. We love each other. That is fate. Can't give me permission. Your curse must be lifted. I didn't come to... ...remove your blessing. Don't be simple. You interrupted the great cycle. Life removed, but not death removed. Just look at all the death around you. Excuse me, coming through. You're not taking in coming in at the moment. I'm sorry. Well, then that hits. She was weak from having starved herself, making sure my mother had enough. And she was doing for me. How are you, my goddess? I have no more excuses. Let the green grow again and heal the cracked heart of yours, my mother. I only wanted to make sure you were happy. What about your happiness, mother? You and I are kids of my own happiness. Why? Because the temple, my duties, these crazy children, your temple and your children stand tall. Your duties are well-tended by those who love you. Because? Yes, Persephone. Because. When you have children, you too will see how much of your life becomes. Because. But your daughter is right, my lady. If you don't allow a place in your heart for love, how could it be filled? You're all the wrong I've done. You deserve happiness. You're not the only one here who's committed crimes of some sort. Do I deserve happiness? I may not feel like I do, but happiness doesn't care if I disagree with it. It is here to claim me like an arrow to the heart. Though my turn awaits me, I believe my brother would say, choose happiness, choose love. I try. Can you ever forgive me, Persephone? I was so angry with you. You frustrated me before, but never made me so, so angry. I never disobeyed you, or talked back to you much, and to be treated like a child. I always did what you said, because it made sense. Until it didn't. I suppose I could have told you I fall in love. I would have made it worse. Whether you see that my choices were well-made, I forgive you, mother. I never should have believed that prophecy. Prophecies. Which are being fulfilled by Hades and Persephone, and you. Oh, I'm tripped! I buttered them. I'm strong. I spray it for perspiration, to create regulates, to create something in a classic design. In my dreams, I swim through deep pools of perspiration. In my dreams, I swim through deep pools of untamed oceans of grain, each a star falling through your hair, an infinity. An infinity. To what end these falling stars are seemingly eternal? To what end, when all ends? All ends, linked and forever bound by beginnings through chains of bodies and beating hearts. My avatar of love erases calm, storm, and smooths the seas once more. Just a green mantle covering shoulders yearning to be better. These parrot sets of arms entwine who spread this mantle far and wide. It's covered in weight. Shit. You want me to strike this model down? Mother for poetry, what did I say? I'd like to invite you all for a celebration. Please join us for the feast of the pomegranate.