sometimes
in the labyrinth of thought
you trip over a cord
and you realize
that you're on the outside
and have to find your way
back in
there's a minotaur
and it's sleeping
waiting to be killed
by you
and the cord
is tied
to its big toe
you know this
you can feel the gentle pull
and it isn't until
it's set
that you find
that the hook
was on your end
-matt
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