The Labyrinth

   the structure divides itself,
                         a labyrinth,
                        not a maze!

   (- Do not be fooled by synonymous
      or any similarity between the words...
      as mazes are full of deceptions, ambushes,
     devious as the syllables of their names!)

   A labyrinth within a labyrinth,
               with a labyrinth in it,
   holding at each intersection,
     a mirror,
   the edge of infinity
   striking – looking back
   sparkling and dark.

   An halo bird,
   the riddle (in)(to) the heart of the labyrinth
              wings at the merciless
              northwest winds.

   And yet, by no reason, no reason whatsoever
   hovers in the same skies
   by its sacred feathers, shielded
   keeping secrets no other creature knows
   except, perhaps, wild rosebuds in the meadows.

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