Words out of the dark of a winters night Will S. Mayo P.O. Box 1765 Frederick, MD 21702-0765 Pandora Your box was opened with the interest of those who wanted something for curiosity’s sake, nothing more. I felt a creak and a roll and a thousand Furies roared forth from my head. They scattered my bedfellows to the four heavens and everywhere there was the gnarled tooth, the clawed hand, the sound of thunder. It took a fortnight of a millennium and an iron horse through the gilded gates to bring my senses back together again. And though I knew only the blood that laid upon my hands as well as Macbeth’s, I was proud to be among the living again. Now, in a new age of digital madness and tabloid souls those who are assumed to have the reason of the age would open the box again. They who would lay claim to a new frontier of the soul and the rhythms that beat loudly among the genes. Will they find what they want or will the old ghosts rise again? I hear the creak and roll and I know the agony of a man who has lost his mind one too many times.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 07:59:43 +0000