What remained in Pandora’s Box after it was opened?
Why, my “all gifted” lady, surely you must know?
For as plague, poverty, sorrow, crime, despair, greed and loss flapped their ominous bleak wings in cutting claps across you, you struggled to hold down the lid.
I know your neck too, the baby soft feel of it. I have sniffed your skull through your hair. Interesting to me though is, if he can understand it, why can’t we?