Granite Labyrinth


Rummaging early.

There had never been a cave to hide my heart.

As the strings pulled…

Auspicious had been the woods, the hearth…

The mangled weeded twine beneath my bare-feet…

Had been only make-believe.

An exclusive story for my yearned for retreat.

With a long, last.

A dog, a butterfly.

A road that leads me nowhere.

Roots that lent a sturdy tie.

Slander can only arise from my perched lips.

Though a rail leads the transient way.

Visions of grandeur descend atop granite steps.

No longer does the travel need scornful say.

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