How is it that, I, Ariadne, she whom gave you the string to trace your way out of this labyrinth, now finds herself strung along by it?
When did the slipped, sleeping pill take æffect?
Am I woke or lucid dreaming
Or sleep walking?
I came
from whence rhythm first flowed and then flew.
I return twice slain.
Yet, still
I return,
by choice,
hunting on my tip toes.
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WrittenCasey 
“Out of the maze,
and past the haze
of a distant shore.
For Mount Olympus
is in sight,
and the Minotaur
is no more.”
~ Thankful Theseus
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I dig it. Cheers, David. Thank you for the time in mind.
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