Chalmers and Walcott
Coal and gas could never chain the Chalmerians or Walcotti.
Lesser ancient gods were they, doomed by their elders to live in human shells for an age. But in their cold Indiana hearts an eternal flame burnt brightly, fueled by an ambrosia dream from which they would never, could never waver. In the wintry tundra off route 231, while the eyes of the great were elsewhere, they constructed leviathan ivory towers with what little strength their fragile human flesh could manage.
At such great heights, the ice-cold wind would surely carry them o'er the prison walls of that chapped Midwestern plain. Boldly, with purpose, they would defy the Gods and climb back triumphantly into the gilded halls of heaven.
So it was written. So it shall be.
posted by the cold cowboy @ 12:05 PM
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