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Today In The Maze

Sometimes I lose the thread
into the labyrinth where words live
guarded by their mysterious
possibly kindly monster.
Murderer or marvel?
I don’t know because I dropped
the damned thread.
Leaves and skin shiver.
I hold my breath, blindly
reach in the dark, hoping
to touch its frayed edge
hoping I remember
not to grab too tightly
and hear it snap when
I find it again.

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