• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 10
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The maze mind meanders
most times in, this

whorl thumbprint on the wall
of bricked-in solitude

when the city blurs
in my inward eye

circled on itself.
You suggest

I look different today
as I approach curves

of confusion,
lost. You promise

I will find my way,
that the path in

turns also out.