paper trails

I laid my poems bare upon the ground
beneath anyone's feet as a path to my heart
in hopes someone will peer over the high garden walls
seek beyond the encircling mountains
peek through the bistre shades of liminality
run heedless and wild through the fog of separation
      of normal and what I am.


I laid my words naked upon the page
beneath anyone's searching fingertips
in hopes someone will undo the riddle
decipher the tangled code
gather all the nonsensical answers
force their way through the cryptic and mystic
      of self and where one meets 'other'.


we are all just transient labyrinths, really
      but still, there are echoes in our deeps
            {find someone who walks to that drumbeat}

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