I’d love to play with you
but this game is too old and too corrupt
like an endlessly rigged blackjack
the house always wins.
Outside this maze
there lies a field
and a sea …
I know, you cannot see!
You have no choice
But to trust in me.
Stop! Don’t pour
white paint over me!
There are others, you say,
Bound by rules you obey …
How will you help them, I ask
Without freedom to see
Without finding first
Your own free way?
When you’re sick enough
The medicine arrives.
If you’re scared
Comfort will be sent.
” this slithering mercury coldness
In my veins,
screaming mad voices
In my head,
angry faces in front of
My eyes … ”
“Shh! It’s ok.
It was just a dream.”
“Nothing unreal exists.”
Her feathers as night
carrying him high
he looked behind
no maze left in sight
no maze-seeing eyes.
©️A. Garden, January, 2020
Theo and Mira 