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Friday, October 30, 2015

The Maze

A Poem

It is never quite empty on the other side.
  So, always leave the door unlocked
  to allow strangers passage into your world.
  Do something about the boarded-up windows.
  They should frame the outdoors. They should
  track the landscape until the landscape has grown
  slack along the ragged edges, ready to be peeled off.

If you have time, head to the ruins of Gortyn in Crete.
  Find the narrow crack that leads to the expansive system
  of subterranean tunnels. Then you’ll know impermanence.
  Then you’ll know about this undying engine of flux.
  There is no way out of this maze. That’s not hope for escape
  you’re seeing in the distance. It is only the rickety harbor
  looking strange in the daylight that lifts the mist.