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ashtreelane) wrote2007-01-03 04:25 pm
ashtreelane) wrote2007-01-03 04:25 pm
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-- LIGHT --
It's not the labyrinth. It's just a house like any other.
Carpeted floor, upholstered furniture, curtained windows -- it's a perfectly ordinary living room. A living room; a room for living in.
The door they've just stumbled through is gone.
It's not the labyrinth. It's just a house like any other.
Carpeted floor, upholstered furniture, curtained windows -- it's a perfectly ordinary living room. A living room; a room for living in.
The door they've just stumbled through is gone.
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there are no more mirrors anymore.
And I watch, and maybe I scream, and maybe I fall, but I fall back, instead of forward, instead of where I should fall, should have fallen, where he fell, and it's utterly beyond my control, as it ever was, as it always (hallways) will be.
The Minotaur, loosed from the Labyrinth. Atoned? Absolved? Have I earned that? But at this price?I do not have a brother.
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Remember (when time comes) how chaos died
To shape the shining leaf. Then turn, have courage,
Wrap arms and roots together, be convulsed
With grief, and bring back chaos out of shape.
Falling slowly, as though through water, though fog, through light.
Through
my end is my beginning is
the door.