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Le premier labyrinthe j’ai marchée et j’ai vu est Le Labyrinthe du Cathédral de Notre

Dame en Chartres 

J’entends ma voix dans tous les bruites de la monde

You enter with all the dead who have entered the dark before

The souls that continued to enter further to meet their demise

mysteriously the labyrinth appears

Whenever the voices, energies, incessant ideas infiltrating my mind

Begin the cacophony

The center magnetizes me

I cross over many times during one walk with the labyrinth

I’ve been walking them for 3000 years

Identical patterns surge from my mind across the world

The energy from the ground will cure the ailments of my body

For if I fail to shed the skin

With each new turn the labyrinth takes

I begin to rot in the corps

 of sickly flesh

with BARABUTUS

Like that of an invasive vine…

He roots himself inside me

Suffocating me from the inside out

Contemplation

Cycles of life itself and ideologies

Weaving the basket that tells the story of me

Each turn is a shedding that skin must come off

My ancestors in Wick low, Jericho

Under the 7th sisters curse

I meet the pinecone in the center,

I become the blue virgin unearthed