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SCINTILLA
Trapped by labyrinthine myth,
What bewilders is eternal,
Twisting and turning and trying
To remember how errors thunder
Back from an uncertain center,
You could pass a lifetime.
A maze is an
unchanged essential.
At each classic turning point,
The choosing's wholy yours.
Search low for broken
branches.
Seek trees for glimpses of horizons.
Make marks, for you must.
Count milestones.
Someone
knew a way beyond
Each seductive juncture,
And you can follow too
If you imagine.
Trial and
error and error and trial,
In blind retreat down blinded alleys,
Follow each option to the bitter end.
Polite
ways take you sideways.
Depth-first is the way to go.
Where wrong is right and left is right,
Listen from
sibylls, send for apostles.
Perhaps a Daedalus will lift you up
On wings of primordial design.
Somewhere
out of the mist,
A child emerges,
Twined to his mother's flesh
By a tender cord.
Back out bravely
into sunlight.
Examine your thoughts, your thumb prints.
Dream of yourself in amaze,
Cosmic spiral. Time
crosses
And recrosses, sets our reticular bodies reeling,
One scintilla,
One precious, monstrous scintilla.
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