Tangents follow tangents

As I speak. Transitions

Diverge from an initial

Turn in conversation,

Like fractals of ice spread

Across eyes of the dead.

I stop and cannot see

I’m lost in an older tale.

From birth, the labyrinth unfolds:

Where I’ve been, where I go

Tangle as each step implodes

Into my present quandary,

Much as snow sifts across

Barren hills beneath the stars.

(March 3, 2018)