Laying beneath the earth in wait of ships returnéd brimming in false promise, they ask after Pelagarus and the maids. Informed that they’ve apparently gone for a needed rest an odd semblance of hollow void comes over the expression of memories.. (but)
the Erinyes are known for their persistance and Time is no friend to Injustice.
Straight away, go right ahead,
– feel free..
Who needs these?
If I’m not using them why not hang them up and let them dry?
(Cry? …? )
by all means!
Impale.., stake everything,
anything that moves..
There’s an Aquilles of various sorts in everyone.
Who needs ankles?
Paris is mine regardless
The only reason “Any” can be envisaged is so “All” can be nailed.
(They’re almost twins. One must always be attentive..)
Walls and walls and walls and walls,
Walls of tantalizing feet
Oh! You weren’t talking to me..
I’m just pacing my surrender
at the feet of “No Mercy ”
(the sacred cow now all seem to eat)
The solitude of such a deed is a three way street trodden by Million.
An almost sacred trinity within the triplex of a Dantean cycle.
I’ll go fetch my sneakers..
(Below: feet detail taken from a work by Andrea Mantegna, b. circa 1431 – September 13, 1506 ** “The Lamentation ..” painted c. 1480, Tempera on canvas, 68 cm x 81 cm)