Labyrinth (Encephalon)

The endless canyons snake on and on,
illuminated only
by the never-ending lightning storm overhead.

Etched deep within these walls
are storm-blasted marks
of history and activity-

of existence itself, and the desire to pursue it.

The grey mound that houses this labyrinth
seems small and insignificant;

after all, it appears so commonly to us
that the majority constantly overlook it.

But those who peer into the maze ,
who lose themselves in its shadows
and its secrets,
emerge anew.

They emerge mesmerized and
enthralled, desperate to lose themselves once more,
and to become one with this esoteric archive.


About optimistthepessimist

Always in transit.
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