Shut the Dark

I read of all dark, but fail to find it, I see it, but don’t find it. Just when I turned the page, there it was, lurking. I shut the book. Pick it up, open the box and throw it in. Did it ‘hurl headlong’? Milton? I peep in, it’s a deep pit, never ending and there they are, walking in Circles. Dante?
I know the box exists. I know of the deep pit. I don’t reject it. I shut it. I smile at it. I don’t fear it, I smile at it.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. says:

    Great post and Image.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  2. utahan15 says:

    the box without locks is pandora s

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