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Prometheus there so chained to the stone by neck and wrist and anklet


Face toward the sun and from up above the body spread open to the elements


Sitting beside the soul aligns ever watching the body take ever one more breath


Beneath a tree the soul in peace with peaceful lands descending round the mask


And so the scene is set and a conversation ensues and the characters themselves


"All of them, Prometheus, every single one." She says leaning against the stone


Opening eyes and constant re-aligning spines all click and return to shifting space


Itself alive in time all revolving in serpentine stillness and in every face a tongue


Lashes opening up the vicious eyelids of consciousness once in the burning forest


Lay open to the stream "Prometheus, what is it thou art here for." She says leaning


Against the stone and in trying to speak the mouth opens to the all encompassing


Force of a black night tunneling into the mind through the empty holes in the skull


All bending branches turn and twist and spiraling into the orifices the fire taking to


Igniting within all possibilities art thou what it is to begin revelation in coded script


"Prometheus," She says, "what is thy focus." Against the stone, she leans in, and


All the mind exploding at every end of each part a hand and ever a hand returning


All giving and at once all is given and to choose yet one piece of the infinite structure


Is to lose the rest so devised as stars are to fall one hand to catch the spark just one


Of every thought and memory just one in the vast expanse of nothing just one caught


Spark of the exploding self to then breath again and the heart and the seed and the


Tree grows through and through straight through the body chained to the stone and


Beneath the tree the soul is resting just to catch for a moments sleep the dream ever


Returning and running away into the burning forest to be free to be one in burning


At every broken end and for a moment just to be in love and fall from heights distinguished


Home back to the consciousness chained to the stone, "Prometheus, why art thou so."

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