the corridor of waiting
November 29, 2019we navigate the labyrinth of illusions with great care -
it seems that someone up there is constantly
shifting, re-arranging its dimly lit corridors,
burning blueprints, erasing signs;
we wait, we turn to stone, we eat the silence, what else is there to do?
and in that slumber of fear
we summon images of a passage to a dreamless winter
we imagine a love that cannot be
we unravel old mysteries
and gain a measure of clarity…
we hope to find the way out;
but aren’t hope and waiting
dark corners of the maze?
isn’t the quest just the universe
deceiving itself?