A Mazework

Solo Muse

So drags on, embedded,

Ignited by countless sparks—

Simple convoluted lanes wind on,

Unravelled but enmeshed to live on…

I find you there in the shroud,

Beyond my reach, a mystified stare

Furthered aback the solo tussle hardens on.

Alas, to blot out is to liberate,

Depleted of them, yet to usher into—

The intermediate, air world:

May it be my romantic view holds,

The interregnum bereft of them,

One single strike speedily pointed.

Oh, thou crazing maze! Depart!