autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

Leaving the Labryinth

I look at this place,
Where old echoes yet linger,
The pristine canyon

Remember rock slides;
Sealing canyon opening,

It does not matter,
Except, now, I do wonder
For how it unfolds

Markers in the field,
Cushioned in moss memory,
Rows of twisting shrubs

Lead to open door,
Through which one must set the feet;
Pass o’er the threshold;

Now, exploration;
The work of discovery,
Outside an old ruin

Leaving the labyrinth,
Explored and well mapped,
No longer useful

Find beyond the known,
In the great uncertainty,