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Minotaur
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Main Work
Words make wonder-walls
stutter-letter thick,
winding in convoluted directions, crooked corners
(occasional dead ends),
to the heart of
the matter:
the ten-foot
toothy
glow-eyed
hunger
in the room.
There are ten thousand ways
to save the day
today
(kill the beast, kill the beast),
but only one way
out
(kill the beast, kill the beast).
Speak
(this one soft phrase)
and in a rain of mortar brick
I am hanging by a thread
at the heart of
the matter.
