Ah the labyrinth of solitude

this meandering passage

this crossing far from home 

this fatal face-to-face 

in the mirror of his origins

 

the disarray on the other bank 

landmarks disappear 

it undermines from within

grief indifference

the mind in turmoil

 

then lack activates and represses 

speech falters and sounds false 

verbs no longer have the same object

and onomatopoeia blurs

in this wall-less labyrinth 

whereas emotion takes precedence

 

in this chiaroscuro 

the journey is endless

the ego fluctuates desire wavers

then one morning of embrace 

a lover brings 

full of joy