(The Electronic Poetry Magazine)
By Roberta SchulbergGoro
Sprung from the box,
Hazy penumbra hovering
In flight transforming to aureole,
Delineations at center sharpening,
Definition to edge widening.
Zooming view into revelations:
The segmented spaces of a stranger's thought.
A new one every lifting of the lid
As promised by the technology magician, the salesman saying,
"This one's not much. The box itself plain and unadorned.
"But you're not paying much;
You can buy it for a song."
I wanted it.
A pandora's box,
Skills an angry Zeus hid from the presumption of Prometheus,
Revealed only one-by-one
When Patriarchal anger relents to forgiveness of prematurely stolen fire:
Lustrous flairing enlightenment