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look around you as you walk 

these thousand minus one corridors

this insufficient labyrinth yielding neither

exit nor treasure

purpose nor relieve

but only more of itself

gnawing its scaly skin

swallowing itself

remember

all this used to be a garden

these days I take things as they come 

having one by one spat out my catechismal teeth 

onto the dusty floor

to mark my Hansel and Gretel path 

back to first nothingness

in whom I am

fatherless and motherless

I'll get there in time

one singular doctrine I do retain 

hesitating still

to be empty like these passages

I believe

in a multitude of cells

each of them a labyrinth in itself

in which a single inmate

must be both maiden and minotaur

unto himself

for a while

in lieu of evidence

let me knock on the wood

of these unbudging doors upon doors

their stern hermetic faces always hinting

at some elusive something more

and show you these wafts of song

jotted down on sleepless nights

as they somehow fluttered by 

from where I cannot tell

sounds here carry far and strange

what few words I could make out

constitute a fragmentary ode 

in praise of a key 

that lies discarded in dust

yearning for some weary traveller's eye

to catch but a glimmer

of its undiminished splendor

this key

by the way

even when intended as a metaphor

I do believe to be a lie

as all doors stand unblemished 

like Eden's first bellies

and cloudless skies

only the singing itself do I accept

and its unsettling 

but necessary

implications