and
always
trapdoors between words
henchmen in the hiding
behind likes and hearts
and even kisses
a loss of speech
between rows of words
the furies knitting and weaving
a worldwide web
in which
it is easy to get lost
without finding the minotaur,
trails and signs without end
dangling between
web and mind
and each life
a maze
of its own
how
can you or i
communicate
if not
with a
thread of hope
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