I’ve found a beautiful tale inscribed in gold

On a huge stone which was once left behind

By the legendary goddess when she utilized

36,500 melted rocks to mend a huge crevice

In the tilted heaven caused by the famously

Known battle of Atlases, Olympian Giants.

That stone, for your very fertile imagination,

Was truly immense in size: 120 feet high

And 240 feet wide to total the round 360,

The sacred number of days in a lunar year—

360 daytimes and the same amount of nights.

Thus, each and every day was chiselled

From a hundred rocks used by the fair deity

In the year dot. If you ask me of the rest

Five hundred melted rocks, I would tell you

Each rock makes the sparkling of every short

Or long poem of mine. But let’s return to the story,

Came to an author’s hands, he worked at them

Tirelessly for ten long years, revising them

Five times in sequence and dividing them

Elaborately into fifteen chapters. As a result,

A Romance styled “The Secret Life of Deities”

Came out and conquered the people’s hearts.

In the end, when one of the most intriguing

And the main character became a mortal

And the soul, which gave him intelligence

And capacity for love and the worldly suffering

Gleamed in his breast, he returned to the stone,

As the goddess left it there a myriad years ago,

To be reappeared from scratch. From that time on,

I was called Goldstone, in the highest honour

Of the sacred stone-monolith. As I already said,

I recopied the inscribed on the stone writings

And came to the author’s study and put them

On the table in his care. The author noticed

Laughingly saying, "This script is only good

For killing time with a company of friends

After a drinking bout or while chatting idly

If you ask me nicely how I happen to know

The main character’s plot in all fine details,

You are taking it too seriously, my friend."

Upon hearing that, I threw the papers down

On the floor and went away tossing my head;

I mumbled as I went: "Really, how come that

It contains nothing else but déjà vu! Déjà vu!

Both of us, the honest author himself and me,

Who copied the stone scripts over again, as well

As the readers of the famously known Romance

By the catchy title “The Secret Life of Deities,”

Don’t know what really is behind this queer story.

The question however is still there: Is this only

A literary pastime written merely for pleasure

And self-satisfaction? Or maybe something else

Is hidden between the lines? Something like

A ‘mobius strip’ effect or so? No one among all

Now living mortals is able to grasp and explain 

The final end of the cyclical history, I’d daresay.