my labyrinth

June 6, 2017

some fear the
prospects
of wandering
in the foreign
mess, tangle, chaos–
the lack of soundness
ringing too
loud-
ly–
, but the labyrinth of your mind
is everything
i wanted to be
trapped in.
can one ever be confined in something more beautiful than the very existence of being and consciousness from which you stem?
maybe the
growing
mass of
fallen
petals
will one day
tell.

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