This scroll began with long colored panels ready for many words. As the election primaries began, I needed a diversion and several months before, a friend had said, “How about Milton?” I had vague memories of Milton - very long, old references - but I began. A consequence of writing a text by hand is that it slows the words, each one silently filling my mouth, none rushed or scanned. The poetry becomes audible, the rhythm of the line, the story unfolds. “Paradise Lost” was a timely text with fallen angels; Beelzebub, and all and could be found in today’s politics.