Minotaur

Sitting on a boat decrepit, gently rolling with the waves

From tankers and grey ships, they’re miles away

Watching fog come rolling over up-thrust bits of inner earth

Juniper and ancient live-oak trees

Seagulls swoop for bits of flotsam, drifting on receding tides

I am only miles, but lives away

Miles away and lives away, can’t you hear me, Adriadne?

Bring to me your golden string

Driving down a burning highway, underworlds and gold, dead grasses

Vineyards laid in opulence and curves

Vineyards laid with labyrinths, there stalks the Minotaur

Come to take our youth with age and time

I grow old and bitter gray and all I know, it slips away

Except the memory I have of you

True love is our only shield; true love is our only shield

And true love is our sword

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