The labyrinth looks deep
into its mirrors
it knows
seeing is the fundamental work
of everything that grows.
Its hunger for growth is wild
like jagged canyons slicing through the earth
it devours soil, rocks, sunlight, fragrances
it leaves nothing behind.

The labyrinth's winding
confuses itself.
It loses sight of the precious thread
whose color is a woman's face
she cannot help.
She has already descended.
The abanded walls are terrified
they choke and twist
like dreamers struggling awake.

And the floor leaps forward!

Follow me to find your way back