fractal
born (or borne) or bourn, for that matter.
manipulate
stoic
TO ARIADNE, WITH APOLOGIES
Winding small and smaller
into this fractaled labyrinth—
this, and this, and oh yes
this again—I know this path,
this curve, this color.
No center, only pattern,
the bourn approached
but never reached.
If Platonic, I’d re-form
the beast, Cynic, manipulate.
Stoic, I’d pay it no mind.
If there were a beast,
something here not myself,
this endless ball of string.
