What can you say? Sometimes images go in and words come out. As was the case when I stumbled upon the painting below.
A bit of prose, then, why don't we...
How's this day going to differ
From those gone past
When my ghosts again come hither?
Can never be extinguished
Don't know extinct
Eternal flames burn indistinguished
Take that first step through to the last
While blinding eyes pierce through to my past
And like a cracked peep hole in the door
My soul will be see through no more
- s. paxton
This imagery reminds of a bit I wrote about dancing with my own demons. When they come a creeping, lusting to take you in their arms and swing ya 'round, you had better lead...