They do not know the sleeping grows
in gardens full of serpent dreams
and dying men in patient rows
all know it's better than it seems.
Edging cracks adorn the air
where the final pattern breaks
from the aching truths laid bare
in the bubbling sulphur lakes.
Ending days of Byzantine
Reflected in the dying stars
and floating in the space between
the lights that form their prison bars.
—From the Prophecies of Herbert Cantor, 1846
—First Page of the Ophiuchus Codex