The Labyrinthine Ways
I flee you, down the labyrinthine ways
across the margent of the world, a maze
of landscape stricken by desire and pain,
purpureal twilight drenched with tears and rain.
I flee you, and you follow, hound of hell,
blood dripping from the heart I wounded well.
To all things swift for swiftness do I sue,
but am betrayed by them as I did you.
With dread, I hear your footsteps sounding near,
and your vast severed voice calls ever clear:
Who will you find to save your piteous self
but you, but only you? No, no one else.
The cavern’s darkness ends your long pursuit.
And here I stand, surrender absolute.