Minotaur

You look for me

And I’m probably lost

In this, my labyrinth,

My very own Knossos,

That I can’t fly away from

Unless I want my wings to melt.

Smiling you unroll

Your string of cotton

Wishing/hoping that

It will take you safely out,

Even though it has failed

So many others before you.

By now I’m dreaming

You will find me

And finish what should have

been finished years ago.

But  I know,

(oh yes I know)

that your hand will tremble

before the final hit,

and crumbling,

begging for forgiveness,

you will fall before me;

but you’ll get none.

Finished on 10-24-2002