An old poem to start:
Soul Maze
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I walk alone down the corridors
Of life’s labyrinth.
One turn leads to another
Leads to another.
Hopefully, I can exit this maze,
Succeed at waking from this dream.
But I have been eternally captured.
I have been trapped within myself,
My soul within my soul.
All ends are but beginnings.
All beginnings are but awakenings.
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Another old poem:
Beauty Of The Maze
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If I were to seek that ideal loveliness
Which is typically hidden from conforming eyes,
I might discover the secret of the labyrinth,
The shape of the infinitely large sphere.
So maybe I will attempt to compose
Dreams into visions, visions into sound.
And I know that this white-noise singing
Upon the television screen, that this will
Never be more than the perfect revelation
Acquired by staring at all stars exploding,
At the Earth becoming its own rotation.
And when nights conclude, forming themselves
Into daylight glowing, I will again regain
My salt-encrusted sight, and finally see
That that maze is unsolvable,
Though its beauty answers every mystery.
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This following puzzle/poem looks messed up in any font that is not fixed-width.
Follow the words through the grid. If you take every path, a maze is formed.
This Maze (a poem)
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T H I S L A B Y R I N T V E S T E T
H I S G R I D E P P A H E R I A R H
. S P O E M . A T O N D N E X S O A
T S A D E I S R S W I A D N A A M N
R . O S N O B U T T H B O U T N Y I
U N V I S I . D L O E P A T H S S T
T E E B C I H W : E Z A M A N I O W
H E O O H . E L D D I S A , Y F O N
: V U T D I R E C T R I T N T C K L
E A R S M H W H T I Y . S I R E C A
V H G O E I S I E O R E V A T I F E
E E L A E C I E V N , A S I N L A ,
R W ? F S H H C A O T S O L F O R E
Y N O O R A L L I S S A W L O T E W
T H G Y L O P A H G U C H A R A N D
H I N G I S A S W U O R H T E N I O
I , I S S O . . E P U L E . T O L M
N G T I T I L L , A Z Z Y E T B E .
This(.) (grid.) ...
(Labyrinth appears to wind about
And never exist as any more than
Its own lack of certainty,
As {I.} its very riddle.)
Poem is but (told.) the paths in a maze:
Which direction, as in life,
Are we to follow
As to achieve this which seems
To be our goal?
For all is such a random line
Through a polygon
We have envisioned (so.) as truth:
Everything (,it is so.) (,it is still.) is as we,
A puzzle(.)
Yet to be.
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Ugly Labyrinth
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Life is an ugly labyrinth. Each soiled void of
Its distant passages are strangely angled and truncated.
Each corridor equals such a hurtful puncture within
Our tepid souls resisting their destiny to
Capsize and falter. Certainly, we traverse the maze
Which tangles us in its frothy cobwebs.
We stumble upon the walls and boundaries
Each comprehended but enticing. And we lose
Our trajectories among themselves, among again
The intricacies of situations, among the
Unexpected predictions devoid of memory, devoid of
Aesthetics. And yet we attempt to view all,
To see this existence from above every image.
We attempt to circumvent these sad meanderings,
Attempt to ascertain the shape of the scribbles
We have made into a substance coarsely subdivided.
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As Only A Labyrinth
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A rainbow such as: such as this is only
A curve inflected within its curvature,
An S-shaped annulus as too the spiral,
As too the consciousness of existence, as too
The existence of absolute nothingness, of
Absolution and of every solution to each,
To each once-unsolved puzzle, to such,
To such as only a labyrinth,
A labyrinth
I have freed myself from and then
Resented my confinement inside it as more
Than ever might have possibly been
So beautiful, have
Possibly been so visible and intriguing.
Thanks,
Leroy Quet
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