ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

An artist makes himself a minotaur,

full of animal vigour, but patient

Theseus is traversing the labyrinth

of years, searching, searching, in

his hand the sword doomed to cut

a thread more frail than Ariadne's.

17.12.2023

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