Ariadne

I wish things played out differently.
That I was not encumbered by the burden of being
Ever slightly out of step or reach
Like a creature nearly caught between headlights
In the staleness of a dull night.

Where would I start starting something new?
I have pulled all the threads
And undone all the knots
And I am still here
Within this maze,
Caressing walls
As if they were skin.

I am lost within the topology of wanting.

On glass shards walking.
Only half measures taken.
Wading into the darkness of remembering
To gaze gently inside
The dreams that another dreamer dreamt.