Nightwalk

The architect invites us for short trips,
through his vision labyrinth,
but only for night-long quests,
into the forrest.

He gave us a language,
so we can build dictionaries
to interpret the facts -
beginning of metaphysics.

We thought he's our slave for some moments,
and heared his baritone voice, echoing,
reverberations persisting for a while
with a special privilege to penetrate our minds.

And sometimes, our analphabetism betrays us,
unwittingly, while we fall asleep,
as part of the big plan.

The forrest seemed to be deeper,
deeper than our mind ever imagined,
doesn't reflect its surroundings,
dangers & findings
awaiting in the bush.

The wind eased our anxiety with calm breaths,
and rustling leafages,
whispering monotonous lines,
to frame the peaceful ambience, ideal
for a profound incursion into our fears.

The meadow hill, outgrown, high above horizons,
a small castle and a multitude of footpaths,
all for just one person,
all to be the servants and guides,
to our final destination.

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