“the victim of his own image-repertoire?”
–Roland Barthes
He was lost in the maze
He created, so many strings
To find and reconfigure:
Did she say those words?
Did he take the right turn?
The pieces splayed beneath
His hands like tarot cards.
He could not read the future
Any better than the past.
The present remained nearby.
His vision placed blinders
To direct his attention:
Go there, do this, conform.
The only maze was his
unwillingness to escape.
(June 14, 2017)
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