Don’t despair, 666— Poetry is there! And never fear, my dear. Magic is here. It’s the real 444, in 3 and 4 d, the impossible shape; the Katabasis Dialetheca, the pomegranate fruit; the never-ending loop of chakras that build power to destroy The Tower from below to the top, with a great, bloody wave to below, where the fires will glow and the whole, towered world will fall, then maybe swim, and desperately crawl back to atom-hood. Rise never again to molecular excellence of living star.