SOHO: The Return ~ Panel I: The Letter

THE RETURN I BYRON ~ "Did you see a traveler pass by here? Not too long ago? He strode upon a donkey, and wore a cloak, He muttered poetry; Not of his own, but words I'd heard before, Words of redemption, poetic lore." BAKER ~ "I know I'd seen him once before, What was he doing?" BYRON ~ "Striding horse. I'd seen him in the parlours years before, A boudoir or two, he'd frequent many more, Left letters with poetry to all the sirens calling his name, From the shore. He walked through a hall of mirrors, Each with his name. Each looked exactly the same, like him. They told him to go outside, Where they would show on screens, A theatre of his life. On the cave wall, The street ~ The projections all the same. Put beauty behind windows looking out to the rain, Like a kaleidoscope of memories, Untouchable fragments, A cinema of dreams. He galloped down the far reaching coast on a broken donkey, And it was a letter that he held."