The Minotaur’s Triumph

Gone in the labyrinth

of dense words

is the thin golden clew

that is the salvation out

for the gathering of lost poets.

The thread doesn’t exit

to the center,

to meaning,

just a thick grove of forest

where they meander forever

in the definitions all around them,

each footfall erased in

the revision of those before.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *