Leafy Labyrinth

repetition. The same movement over and over, every time a little off. Every time the same movement? A little off?

caught in the labyrinth of leafy plateaus. bottomless holes offer uncanny shadowy visions. I stare. I stare long enough to get familiar with the lack. I stare long enough to see the visions clearly … window… walls… consciousness takes the shape of it all… tangible… slip and fall…

“Stop. Make a life. Visions are lies. Stories are lies.”