Writings: Prometheus & Pandora - intro

 
PROMETHEUS & PANDORA
Chapter 1: ‘Spades & Queens’
  (Passing The Torture).
 
By Sananda Maitreya.
Edited by W. Marmoset Yarn
Co-Edited by W.B.Yikes!,
Iggy Noble, Raoul ‘Cerebral’ Cortez
& the Honorable Lord Helpus.
 
Special Thanks to Frequency Jones, Gooden Reddy,
Mr. Sid Arthur, Mr. Al K. Hall & Sir T. Phyable,
(The King Of Fables)!

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Prometheus Was Banished
From Heaven & Barred From Hell
Because Both God & The Devil
Knew Him Well.

Pandora Was The Apple
Of Her Mother’s Eye
Before The Worm Turned
& Tossed Her From Paradise.

…Actually,
Being Banned from Heaven
& Barred from Hell Served
Prometheus Quite Well
(Thought He’d Never Tell
Or He’d Have Paid Extra
For the Tides That Swelled)!
Once The Worm Of
Pandora’s Apple Turned
All that was Left to Her
Were Fields to Burn
(& Only The Fields
That Yielded
Were Shielded
From Her Concern).

The World Would Never Again know A Love Story as Profound
& Provoking As PROMETHEUS & PANDORA Nor could the Earth Afford
Again To Withstand it.

We Enter Now The Belly of Our Particular Beast:
 
There was No Sheep Blacker than Prometheus.
Zeus could Never Quite Figure Out why this ORPHAN
Who was Discovered by Maidens like Moses after him
Bundled in a Basket, swaddled in Bandaged Cloth
& left Floating in a Pond where Leda’s Swans enfolded their
Wings around him until he could be claimed by the Gods.
A Small Spade had been Placed inside his Cradled Chamber,
The purpose of which was unknown, yet interpreted as perhaps
A Symbolic Clue to his ‘Destiny’, or rather
‘That Which Is Willed for One by the Gods’.
Maybe the
Symmetry Of Oblivion would be Shaped by his Hand,
A Spade in his Wrist the Equal to Thors’ Hammer in its
Thundering, if not Quixotic Quake.
Buried in its Most Suggestive Tender was that
PROMETHEUS WOULD BE A GROUNDBREAKER
If not a gardener otherwise.
 
One Maiden in particular, called ‘Amarasta’ was Very Clear
In her claim that upon finding him as an infant in the paddling float,
There were sparks of light going off around his head
As were they Flickering Playful Fireflies,
Darting In & Out of an Unfixed flame.
& She has Carried A Torch for Him Since!

Since He Was An Uncontainable Restless Sort, it pleased the
Gods of Olympus No End that Prometheus had Fallen
For PANDORA, & even MORE Important fallen INTO her.
Not Only Had He Finally Met His Match,
But his Mistress & Maestra as well. One, who like himself, could
Be neither easily Contained nor Bridled. And she would Prove
Tougher
To Tame than PEGASUS, his Beloved Feisty Steed,
Who tames himself while he grooms.
 
As Important To The Gods, She Would Keep His Head
Out Of The Clouds, Their Own Domain,
& Into His Own Besotted Climate
Where The Capriciousness of Love Makes A Slave
Even of Gravity’s Voluptuous Shivers.
 
Most Gods Feared HER!
She was held in the Dearest Esteem
By the father of the Lords & Ladies of Mount Olympus,
The same Zeus, and even the Lord of the Underworld
Emperor Hades, gave her Workings A Very Wide Berth.
 
One did not arrive at the position of Lord of the Underworld
By placing ones nose in a ladies business where it didn’t belong.
 
But ESPECIALLY a lady with a MAGIC BOX,
& The Power to Make Ashes OR Immortals of Men,
& From Whose Temperament the Phoenix Was Risen
From the Bowels of a Vengeance the Size of a Wrath,
Itself the Size of the Length of Eden & the Depths of Hell.
 
Hades would have known this when he learned from his brother
NEPTUNE, that the King of ALL Water Bodies Once Upon A Teardrop
Had LOST THE LAKES & Some of the Rivers he had Once Commanded
To Her As Part of A BET He’d LOST with the Wily Pandora & HAD to Settle
Forthwith
OR
She Would Have Turned the Seas to Sandpaper & Ash
(& THEN Charged Him Double For The ‘Re-Claimed’ Land
& the Clean Up Costs)!

And As It Concerns Women, She Generally Leaves Them To Their Own Devices
(But Especially Electrical Which She Earns A LOT Of Revenue From)!
 
What Is Free Can Never Be Earned & Only What Is Sensibly Earned Can Ever Feel Free.
 
Look all you want for a NEW WORLD ORDER But Rest Assured that Even in Pandora’s
Palaces of Plenty there will Never Ever Be Found NEW WORLD H’ORDEURVRES!
& Neither Do Real Men Eat Clichés.

How many days shall I Continue to Forgive?
For As Many Days As You Shall Live.

It was deeply inconvenient for the elusive Pandora that she would fall in love with the only
Man who did not fear her & for whom pain was an analytical process.
 
And whose lust for her could yet be ignored for as long as needed since he were capable of
Creating his Own Time To Disappear Into While He Suffered the Length of his own Affairs.
The Time wherewith he Meditated on the Problems of the World
(Though he never gave much thought wherewith to the werewolf however).
 
The Same Spirit of TIME that was for HER A Headless Horse was for HIM like
An Elastic Kitten Purring
Between his Palm & Pinkie In The Ring of His Evolving Sphere.
 
& While He Compensated as Best he could by Rubbing Her Feet (As ALL Goddesses Adore, but yet Which Upon Not All Insist)
& Calling her ‘PANDA’,
She would Forever Admit Jealousy about his Relationship with THE HOURS & SANDS THAT GOVERN THE MOVEMENT OF THE STARS & their Celestial Ghosts & Primordial Tenants.
 
Like with even most mortal women, TIME FOR PANDORA WAS A SPELL
SHE COULD NOT COMPEL to Wallow beneath the Weight of her own Wand.
Her vaunted TREASURE CHEST contained many Divine & Glorious things,
But The Cure For Time Was Not One of Them.
 
But the Orphaned He & the Earth Created One Another & Grew Up Together, and Time would Forever Regard Prometheus
As Among the Very Best Accidents that Ever Happened Upon it’s Crested Shell. Such Was Their Bond, That When He Swallowed Water, the Earth Would Spit Rain.
& When He Yawned, Night Would Fall to Darken the Lands of his Horizon
& To Disguise the Fact That His Feet Would Swell,
though as much from pride as the weight of his own standing.

To Understand Pandora was to Understand Someone with
Unlimited Power, but Limited Time, since Time is Her
Only True Nemesis, the Only Dragon SHE must Appease.
(She usually does this with Karats*).
 
* (‘Appease & Karats Anyone’)?
 
Although to HER Mind, she Sees It Opposite,
That She Remains
Chained,
A Princess on a Painted Carousel
With
Unlimited Time
But
Restricted Power,
On
A Leash who Must Fight for Every Hour
When the Clocks Are There to Tell
(Only a Pirate Sticks his Hand Deep inside a Well).

What The Torch Bearer Came To Realize As It Finessed
The Nature of his Situational Scenario was that As Far As He Could Surmise,
The Gist of the Jail Jinx was that
He wasn’t being detained for BREAKING the Law as much as for
DISRESPECTING IT.
& It Takes Even Portentous Practitioners A While to Navigate the Tissue Thin Difference
Hanging in the Balance Between the two, Whose Methods could never be Sabotaged by Strain.

For his Alleged Transgressions, Zeus could not Sentence
Prometheus to Hell because Lucifer told him Outright,
“Hell No!”
“End Of Story, His Legend Will NOT Extend Into My House”.
“If You Cannot Abide Him There, What Makes You Think
That I Would Think Any Different, Are You Not MY Father Too?”
 
Zeus had no comeback for this.
(So He Left A Brief Pause For Our Sponsor)!

Then,
Lucifer continued.
“Listen, You KNOW Him, He’ll Only Come Down Here,
Confuse All My Bitches, Charm My Snakes & Start Rearranging
My Furniture & YOU KNOW How Long It Took Me To Dig My
Lakes, Valleys & Wells ! My Situation Is PERFECT The Way It Is.
So Sorry, But No, even Neptune sweats when Prometheus goes for a swim!
 
Leave His Reformist Ass In The Mountains.
He’ll Have A LONG Time To Think About What He Did,
The Self-Righteous, Ungrateful, Thieving Bitch.
I TOLD You YEARS Ago that there would be Consequences for having given
That Ruffian Water Clown
So Much Attention.
And NOW Look!
 
I TOLD YOU HE WAS NOT US.
 
And Just because your Waterlogged Nymphs found him in a Pond?
You find Ducks in the pond everyday but you don’t give them a piece of your Kingdom!
 
Again You Let Your Heart Betray Your Blood.”
 
And when Zeus asked the Underworld Lord to Intervene in a Matter
Regarding A Prior Premise pertaining to Pandora & Prometheus HE
Again Outright Refused.
“Why Are You Always Bringing Your Problems To Me?
I Don’t Have Enough To Do Already?
Why Don’t You Ask Neptune?
He STILL Hides from That Witch to This Day, that Coward!”

Duly Noted by the Jovial but Roasted & Harangued Sire of the Sirens,
Zeus sentenced Prometheus, for Stealing Fire & Knowledge from
Olympus
To Enlighten
The World, to Be Chained to the Side of a Mountain
Located somewhere in the region of what is now called the
Small Mountain Country of ANDORRA, in the High Hills
Quadrant
Of Europe.
& From There
He would find his way from Zero to Hero,
From Anonymous to the Head Hieronymus of the
Fable Index.
So it was No Simple Rhyming Matter that by Coincidence’s Double Vision,
Witnessed only by Pegasus & His Winged Nonchalance,
He Met & Fell Beneath the Golden Glossed Sway
Of the Enchanting Pandora.
As Poised as a Priestess, as Baffling as Baudelaire’s Brain.
She would ‘ZAP HIM, CAP HIM & Overlap Him’,
(If at first she didn’t slap him).
 
Such were She the distraction of He that he’d even Cease to Notice the
Baying Wolves that Attended His
Every Move
& Snapped at Every Reflex
As Well as the Various Troublemakers Ever Trained to Topple the Trestle
Of his
Timeless Trade,
While Coveting the Crumbs of his Daily bread.

As A Boy,
Prometheus with his Spade,
Once dug a large hole.
When asked why, he blithely replied:
“When I Remove Space, I Create Space”.
He was asked Fewer Questions about his intentions
Thereafter.
The Goddesses of Olympian Breeding Agreed with Prometheus,
The Gods HAD Gotten Fat, Arrogant, Lazy & TOO Possessed of
Their Legends & Estates.
 
Even Their HONORARY TITLES Felt Entitled
& Embalmed,
Enticed by Trips to the Lands of Frosted Lemons,
Busty Brunettes, Sweet Persimmons,
Dusky Dimpled Peaches, Chocolate Cherries
& Leggy Blondes (Who Know who Each Is,
Not Counting the Fairies),
While Others in Earnest eat Liver Sandwiches,
Those Not Chewing on twigs & berries.
Their Legacies were Latin Lullabies Designed to Put Babies to Sleep
Inside Books With Torn Yellowed Pages,
Small Words
& Washed Out
Watercolors.
(& With LOTS Of Pictures of Ponies
Whose little Souls they Love to keep).

A Heretofore Well Kept Secret Is That It Were
The Goddesses In Mutiny Who’d Snuck the Torch to Prometheus that Allowed Him to
Broker a New World Created from the Crevices of the Mountains Snaky Granite Shadow.
The ‘Ancien Regime’ was less ‘Regina’ than they’d liked.

And Upon this Being Found Out
By the Lords of the Hallowed Mountain,
The Ladies of the Anguished Lair
Were Voted
OUT
Of the
Upper Inner Chambers There
Containing the Youthful Fountain
& Their Positions Reduced
& Subjected to an Austerity Decidedly Bare
&
Below that of their Male Counterparts,
(As It Were) their POWER To Be FOREVER
Checked by the Same Deacons to whom they’d once genuflect,
Betrayed In
Their Quest To Aid
Their Promethean Care,
Women Whose Wounds their Vision Wrecked
As Beacons Whose Collective Billows Raised Him
Within the Boundaries
Of
The
Seasons
&
Whose Soft
& Swollen Heaving Breasts & Honey Sweetened Milk
Gave Marrow to the
Iron Will of the One They Caressed
Until
He’d RE-NAME Himself ATLAS & Prove that Graves
Were Only
Superficial Stepping Stones to Further Pools of Reflection
& Another Barrel of Beer To Be Addressed Before
Future Stones are Paved to Bear the Offspring
Of His Peers.
 
An Atlas Without His Map
Is Reckless Without His Nap!

By this account, the Mischievous Maidens
Did Not So Much PASS THE TORCH to Prometheus
As Much As They
‘Passed The Torture’.
 
And HE would Bear the Brunt of a Collective Decision.
As Misplaced Men Often do who have Far More time
Available to them than Experience.
 
He’d be Taxed Exorbitantly
For Refusing to See things in Reductive terms of Black & White.
 
BUT,
He did not see himself as Chained to the Mountain.
He saw it that the Mountain was Being Carried by HIM.
 
The Mountain Needed the Rest & Prometheus Needed the Exercise.
 
Breaking CHAINS for him was EASY.
Breaking TIES was the More Vexing Task.

And as for the Moratorium Disenabling the Female Contingent of the Olympians,
Naturally Pandora Disassociated herself from the Whole Enterprise.
 
She did not Proffer Forth Her Power for Committees of Savage Barons to Curtail,
Nor Her Deeds Diced by being Demeaned & Discussed by Dukes & Feckless Earls.
(Neither is She Above using Alibis like the Rest Of Us
& Never Chews her Pearls, Nor Distinguishes Much between a ‘Ciuccio’*
& A Pacifist).

* ‘Ciuccio’: Italian Word For Baby Pacifier

If the Goddesses of the Rainbow Union had Not Yet Seen Themselves
Beyond the Veil of Predicament
Haggling Over their Dominance,
It is One Reason why Pandora Normally gave the Maidens of the Mountain enough Space
To Run into Themselves.
 
It is Hard to Awaken in Paradise when the Price of Pain is a Yawn.

LEGEND STATES That If A Lover Pleased Pandora,

She favored them with Eternal Life by turning them into Swans
To be Ever Attended by the Silver Ripples of her Moon Dipped lakes.
PANDORA Began to believe of the Goddesses
That Perpetual High Altitude Had Pickled Their Brains.
 
One thing she knew of them ALL,
For As Long As They Were Willing To Be Told Who They Were,
They Would Suffer the Consequences of Definitions Narrower
Than their Dignity Demanded.
 
A Mean Karma If Ever There Were.

She Could Take the Form of What Most Provoked her Imagination,
Wrath or Determination to Love.
To either Test or Arouse or All Of The Above.
 
She had once in a fury turned a lover into a FORTUNE COOKIE
Whereby She Undertook to Eating Him WHILE READING HIM BACK
TO HIMSELF!
 
The Ribbon Inside the Cookie read:
‘You Are A Fool & Will Be Turned Into A Condiment & Eaten.
THIS IS YOUR RECEIPT.’
 
And After having Been Told ONE TOO MANY TIMES by a Suitor that
She Was THE APPLE OF HIS EYE & all The Rest Of That Palaver,
She Turned him into A FROG &
Then Naturally Refused
To KISS HIM!
Perhaps To Amuse her Levitating Sense of Irony & Alleviate her Precarious Boredom,
While Also Daring the FROGMAN to be LESS ASLEEP in the Presence of his Own Dream.

Boring Her Might Be An Even Worse Crime Than Insulting Her.
Just Ask The Satyrs She Turned into Waiters
&
Whose Volcanic Conniptions Buried Men in Craters
For Not Immersing Her in the Full Depths of their Favors.
Though they WOULD Be Loathe in Forcing her
For Fear She’d Blunt Them Later,
Enforcing What Was Not Endorsing her
BEFORE They Hit their Nadir
& End Up Divorcing Her
(Before their Lawyers Pay her).
& With
Extra Charges As Per Receipts
When She Sheds A Dragon Slayer
According to What It Is Costing her
& The Measure of Her Conceits.
 
& While her Soul Sisters Search for
A Peace that’s Pending
She Turns Her Moods to Gravity Bending
To Siphon out the Goods.
& What does Not Digest,
She Devours As Fiber & Finger Foods.
Sitting in an Empty Room
With Her Legs Undressed,
Counting the Crows in the Groves
Preceding the Months of Harvest.
 
One Day Strolling The Promenade,
The Next One Hiding In Retrograde.

They STILL Talk About It In Backwoods Country &
Wherever DIANA
& Her Diaphanous Moonbeams Gather To Chat
When the Trees Cup
Their Leaves to Hold the
Mists of May’s Moist Arrival,
After April Has Left It At That.

& Pandora was Very Fond of DIANA.
She Allowed Diana to Unfold her Crescent Crowned Hair
& Bathe Them Upon Her Lakes & Streams
& Taught her that:
“The Greater Dragon Is Not the One Propelling You Towards Desire,
But the One Keeping You From its Fulfillment.”
Until we awaken,
“LIFE IS JUST A Journey Of Avoiding The Obvious.”
 
The Tides Empty ONLY So That Once WE Turn Our Backs
They Can Swiftly
Rush Back In.

LYING BEHIND
The Gleam of our Reverence for the Gods of the Hill
Is the Fact That They
Are Almost ALL A BUNCH OF BASTARDS To A Man.
Opportunistic,
Brazen,
Bullying & Vain.
Lucky Bronzed Brahmins Who Die In Their Sleep IF They Care to Die at All,
Men Who Never Make Amends while Collecting ‘Amen’s’ to Make OTHER
Men Break
The Vows that THEY in the Moonlight Take, then Curse & Never Speak Again,
For their Spirits & the Owl’s Sake.

THEN AGAIN,
This Makes All the Sense in the World;
Since Zeus had his Spoiled Sacred
Suckling’s Sowed by Quite More than a Few Fair Maidens & Sows,
Some Now Silent
In their Sleep
&
Who Can Therefore Never Again be Blamed
IF THE HOUSE OF GOD THEY SHAMED.
 
The Father Of Olympus Got Around.
By The Time His women Were Old Enough to Question him,
He was Smart Enough to Move on.
 
To him, A Woman Was Ripe Once She Caught Up to Him,
A Contrivance of Maturity that Not Even God Could Delay.
 
As Underrated as any Quality of Being God can be, the CONVENIENCE
Of being Able to Write The Laws As You Go Surely Must Be One.
Only COMFORT & Mischief Holds the Scepter in Equivalent Thrall.

THEY NEVER LIKED HORATIO !
(Because He Never Liked Fellatio
He Never Liked the Back & Forth
&
Would Only Mouth East to West
For What it’s Worth.
Say those who know it best
& The Waves They Surf
From the Tip of Heaven’s Yield
To the Moistened Mounds of
The Tacitly Trembling Earth).
And Those Who Scream it Best
Try Not to Cry Out the Answers,
Spoiling It for the Rest.
 
Sending Into Orbit A Hundred Hypothetical
Tongues Drying Out for A Hint
Of His Breath.
While the Days are Still Free
&
The Nights are Still Young
&
Too Adjacent to Twilight
To Resemble Death
In Case the Hangman’s Noose Is Hung.

Prometheus had learned the Hard Way that not ALL Damsels In Distress were looking to
Be Rescued from their Dragons. All it took was for him to be SUED by a damsel for
Her Covering Expenses for having Raised, Trained, Groomed & Fed a Dragon to her
Exacting Specifications ONLY to have some SHOWBOAT Armored Space Cowboy
On A White Winged Horse Show Up & SLAY HER BEAST
BEFORE the MONEY He Cost
Was Earned back.
This Damsel had CONTRACTS!
& Now What?
 
Prometheus in his earnest zeal had interrupted what was a PHOTO SESSION!
After he’d Killed what he Presumed to be her Nemesis & not Meal Ticket,
It had dawned on him like one of his own thunderbolts that she was a
Flaxen Maned Model
Advertising (Oh, I Get It NOW!), ‘A DAMSEL IN THIS DRESS’.
 
A Massive Payout Later, he was A Wiser Doughboy, if Less Leavened by Yeast.
It took him no time at all to consider that there were just some
Ladies Who Were Not Looking to be Patronized by being
‘Rescued by Anyone’.
 
They Knew How to Slay their Own Dragons when their Usefulness had been
Outlived.
 
It also took him no time at all to notice that the beatings he were taking from the Gods was slowly transferring the energy of Mount Olympus back into Prometheus. Point of Fact being that IF HE COULD Withstand the Kingdom’s Brutal Might, he might One Day be Strong Enough to Inherit it.
The Cost of Surviving Our Enemies is Becoming Them.

AND NATURALLY, UPON their realization of this themselves, it was too late,
Time was Closing In on them & Re-Atomizing the Molecular Structure of their Existence.

And as one might expect, ATLAS HAS A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER THE SIZE OF THE WORLD
He carries while climbing like SISYPHUS kicking gravel back to the steeper realms & forests.
 
Then Again, Sisyphus himself would One Day Awaken to the Unassailable Fact that Pushing Stones up
Mountains that Already Have Sufficient Amounts of them Already in Abundance WAS Perhaps
Not the MOST Appropriate Use of One’s Time. He could have just as Easily Strategized Chasing
The Ladies &
It may be that Rolling A Stone UP A Mountain Only To Reach the Top & See It Fall
Might be Easier Yet to Achieve than Rolling A Woman Down One,
Only To See Her Leave.

Scheming Like Kissing Cousins While
Dreaming of Boys & Girls
Or Scaring the Horses,
Or Losing Their Voices While the Choir Rehearses
& The Harmonies Lose Course
On The Vicar’s Off Key Verses.
Oh the Lives of Dukes & Earls
(& The Perils of Too Many Nights
& Not Enough Carols
When the Olives are Bigger than the Barrels
Of The Martinis Vested In Flight Mid-Air
& Whose Livers Stay Large
Whether Dead or Alive
Or Whether On Number 4 or 5
When The Drink Is In Charge
& Debonair
& Whose Kidneys Start Cursing Those
Who Place Orders
But Won’t Reimburse
The Same Lips
That Are
Pursing
When the Pockets Are Reversed
(&
The Coins Are Crossing Borders)!
PANDORA
Was The GEM Of ZEUS
So SHE TOOK To The SKIES
To Put to GREATER USE
The FIRE In Her EYES
TO Create Fewer FLAMES
OF ABUSE
& Fatal
BOXES of
Toxic SURPRISE
& More of the Stuff
That puts Meat on your Thighs
While The Ducks Are Full of Paradoxes
Too prudent to parody pride!

The Reason Was SIMPLE Why
PANDORA Was MEAN
For SHE Would NEVER BE PRINCESS
& Would ALWAYS Be QUEEN.
WITH NO TIME To COOL
HER DIAMOND Heels IN The GRAINS
OF
Her SANDBOX In-between.
 
If ONCE Locked
In Her Box & Besotted Key
UPON DEPARTURE THEY ROCKED
Less Conventionally,
Their Cheeks more Blushed than Pocked.
 
Even The Lords of Forgotten Form,
Now Tenants & Riders On The Storm.
Who Had ALL The Answers,
As Long As You Didn’t Have Too Many Questions,
OR
Too Many Haikus Beyond Their I.Q.’s
& Ticket Stubs As I.O.U.’s
To Confuse their Honorable Mentions.
 
They Keep their Medallions in the Same Cloudbursts
That Shelters their Best Intentions.

PEGASUS
Was GIFTED
HIS SPIRIT Was LIFTED
TO FOLLOW THE SUN
Wherever The EARTH
Wobbled
Or The MOON SHIFTED.
&
HE NEVER SIGHS,
In The Silver Lining Of The Cloud He Rides.
He Is Not Hiding,
But Shielding His Spurs From The Envy
Of Lightning
& Whose Bridle Inspires the Wind’s Recital
& Upon Immediate Sighting Cries:
 
“I’LL FIGHT THE DEVIL IF HE CROSSES THE LINE
& Trust That The Lords Will Pay My Fine”.
 
The Thing About The ‘Pearl Of Great Price’,
Is That FIRST You Have To Shuck It
&
Go Looking for It Twice
Before It Pays for The Sacrifice.

SPADES HAVE LITTLE TIME FOR QUEENS
Whose Tables Extend Beyond Their Means
&
QUEENS HAVE EVEN LESS TIME FOR SPADES
Whose Debts Are Incurred Before Their Fortunes
Are Made
&
Whose Fables Rule The Cracks of the Timeline In-Between,
Their Narratives Deferred
& Faded to Black
& Whose Conversations Are Written In Chalk,
To Separate What Is Real
From the Table Talk
Of the Pack,
Until the Rains Appeal
& Wash Out What Can Now
Only Be Seen
When the Hands Are Steady
&
The Mind Is Still.

As A Very Young GIRL
PANDORA Was ONCE ASKED
To
Swallow Her PRIDE.
& This SHE DID, After Which
FOLLOWING Many
Weeks Of ANGONIZING Pain,
SHE Gave Birth TO THE MOON!
 
THEY Pretty Much STOPPED Asking
Her To SWALLOW
THINGS
VERY Shortly AFTER THAT.
 
She Would Swallow Feathers in her Sleep
& Give Birth to Flamingos & Doves
By Morning.
They Snatched Away her Pillows
While She Learned to Balance
Her Head on Straw
Or
Paved
& Tumbling Stones!

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