THE SOLARIUM

Labyrinth That I Am | A Poem

Written by:

Solaris Santaella
I am undying miles, unsolvable yet a convulsion —an earthquake— shivers my stones with every forward footfall. I resent the adventurers, seeking only my center swift escape and nothing more. Yet I yearn for them as only stone can: echoing, immortal.
You and your leather-booted arrogance. I swallow you. I gnash teeth of bricks as the shifting tunnels exhale my breath. But turn after turn after bone-laced turn you skirt the skulls of predecessors I watch from each crack in my walls —is this hatred or hope?— the architect of my secrets and their slave, for what is a secret without a seeker? There is no golden thread that can untangle me from myself.
How simple this would be if I was only the minotaur— goring, raging, monstrous truth, rushing toward the sword.

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