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I. Prometheus

Fingers of flame trace and burn my veins, broiling the blood, engulfing the brain. Shame? Sacred, secret, but smolders the same. Flickering lights...splatter the walls as do revolving stars upon night, and the cave is lit up in gold glory. Slowly, surely, the fire consumes me, her, him, them, all. Only, the searing heat will rip open blind eyes, wide and roving, but all at once seeing. And groping forward, the masses stumble, tremble, and melt, clay feet shaking upon unsmooth earth, pebbles sliding between rocks, knocking together with fervent whispers. They spill from the mouth of the cave like words longing to be said, and grasp at the sky with yearning hands. And then. Beauty dribbles and catches on lashes, dances, flashes, and they discover yet another dimension.

Apprehension. Talons tearing, terror tenor. Scrape, rip, and claw again at the repairs. Eating at insides until cavities preside, hollow and wry, strung up and left to dry. Chains with such weight to render a heart heavy, a breath to be held until escape is made possible. Colossal, it seems, the drawn-out wait, day after day after day after day...

II. Pandora

She moves! Deftly as the wind, wafting through blossoms. She sings! The sweetest sounds, gold melting to honey. She breathes! An ocean current, rushing out in ecstasy. The best of me washes forward to reach her shore, to entice her to dive into my tide once more. Her gait is weightless, but her language coal-heavy, and I cherish each word she fashions to speak, holds me meek, twisted, bleak. Then she presses into my hands diamonds, and awe-struck I find that the facets render suns ugly. Blessed and tempered, honed with cunning, silver-tongued poet...tell me you love me.

Bestowed gift, she shakes and lifts the lid. Twitching lip, but curiosity needles within. Unleashed! Ails, ills, it all spills and pervades, permeates, pains and aches. However, the spark of hope retained glimmers and quakes, shudders and chases the diseases away. It sleeps, contained, dreaming and safe, and may one day awake, renew, regain its place. Until then, it remains, the memory of that breath of fresh air, who dances like the wind, will again and again replay in my head.

III. Epimetheus

Casting clay, before cultivating the mold! Playing with sand with no design in mind. Bending to biorhythms, impulsive invention, lost in some invisible hourglass. Pass, wandering with gritty eyes, peering with wonder and hiding smiles, as beasts crawl and spring, majestic and fleeting. Flitting, feeding, figures befitting to be adorned on walls and skin, to capture the fascination of mortal men, who could never be as perfect. But know this, despite the misgivings, the sinking ground, my eyes still alight on their crowned forms, and are bound to the nature of her. Pandora, adored, strikes a chord with my heartstrings. And if I come to find hindsight crying, the sun will not shatter and the sky will not leave me. And, the days turning over endless nights, will not blink out what was kind and wise.

Description
I. Prometheus

Fingers of flame trace and burn my veins, broiling the blood, engulfing the brain. Shame? Sacred, secret, but smolders the same. Flickering lights...splatter the walls as do revolving stars upon night, and the cave is lit up in gold glory. Slowly, surely, the fire consumes me, her, him, them, all. Only, the searing heat will rip open blind eyes, wide and roving, but all at once seeing. And groping forward, the masses stumble, tremble, and melt, clay feet shaking upon unsmooth earth, pebbles sliding between rocks, knocking together with fervent whispers. They spill from the mouth of the cave like words longing to be said, and grasp at the sky with yearning hands. And then. Beauty dribbles and catches on lashes, dances, flashes, and they discover yet another dimension.

Apprehension. Talons tearing, terror tenor. Scrape, rip, and claw again at the repairs. Eating at insides until cavities preside, hollow and wry, strung up and left to dry. Chains with such weight to render a heart heavy, a breath to be held until escape is made possible. Colossal, it seems, the drawn-out wait, day after day after day after day...

II. Pandora

She moves! Deftly as the wind, wafting through blossoms. She sings! The sweetest sounds, gold melting to honey. She breathes! An ocean current, rushing out in ecstasy. The best of me washes forward to reach her shore, to entice her to dive into my tide once more. Her gait is weightless, but her language coal-heavy, and I cherish each word she fashions to speak, holds me meek, twisted, bleak. Then she presses into my hands diamonds, and awe-struck I find that the facets render suns ugly. Blessed and tempered, honed with cunning, silver-tongued poet...tell me you love me.

Bestowed gift, she shakes and lifts the lid. Twitching lip, but curiosity needles within. Unleashed! Ails, ills, it all spills and pervades, permeates, pains and aches. However, the spark of hope retained glimmers and quakes, shudders and chases the diseases away. It sleeps, contained, dreaming and safe, and may one day awake, renew, regain its place. Until then, it remains, the memory of that breath of fresh air, who dances like the wind, will again and again replay in my head.

III. Epimetheus

Casting clay, before cultivating the mold! Playing with sand with no design in mind. Bending to biorhythms, impulsive invention, lost in some invisible hourglass. Pass, wandering with gritty eyes, peering with wonder and hiding smiles, as beasts crawl and spring, majestic and fleeting. Flitting, feeding, figures befitting to be adorned on walls and skin, to capture the fascination of mortal men, who could never be as perfect. But know this, despite the misgivings, the sinking ground, my eyes still alight on their crowned forms, and are bound to the nature of her. Pandora, adored, strikes a chord with my heartstrings. And if I come to find hindsight crying, the sun will not shatter and the sky will not leave me. And, the days turning over endless nights, will not blink out what was kind and wise.