The path might not lead to heavens,roads may be misty and foggy without tail lamps…
When pushed into the vortexIs there any creative exit?I lost my track of timeWonder if I’m floating in the…
The vicissitudes of the individual daycannot be used to make a mapInsteadyou follow the trail from your shoesto your bedInstead you wake up…
Atearing away — not like revealing truthjust moments lostwonderinghow it was allowedto break Where was my head…
Losing your grip&/or moving your shoulder the wrong waythe drink spillsall over the mapSighs mixed with the lossof vision/ what does…
You stagger awake from a night spent on your hands & knees in the Labyrinth. But you weren’t Theseus or Ariadne, not even Daedelus. You were the…