nightmare

Like an Escher drawing it unfolds

Corridor upon corridor

No beginning, no end

My beating heart, my laboured breath

The Minatour awaits, but I am no hero

With urgent soul I flee in fearful haste

Like an Escher drawing it unfolds

Corridor upon corridor

No beginning, no end.

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