Labyrinth's complex image
focusses thought.
Its pattern flows with mystique and definition
requiring precision and understanding.
Finger and eye compelled to follow
along a pathway mirrored differently.
The beginning is also the end and beginning of the end.
Is it set to confuse or, bring to light an answer?
Without the feel of being enlightened,
the answer remains a silent whisper
set within the matrix of the Labyrinth.
The eye questions what it sees
whilst listening to hear its calling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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