Cursed be Prometheus!

under a sombrely insulated dome
you built yourself
a home of intransigently monochrome
the shutters closed
the door is locked
no sound comes in
the light is blocked
i lit a candle
next to you

rampant rage and anger swill
in the shadow that thee thrilleth
thou cannot see the flame
right at thy side
that burneth tame
through tide and tide

© Text: Eva Reidemeister

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