Theseus Lost

Resignation to a fate disoriented.

Theseus Lost

Forever I have lived this puzzle,
of candles settled glow.
A single coil, where needle swings
desultory winds the riddles sew.

Through cloisters and halls woebegone
I have chased lucidity,
chalked my steps and forged maps against
arcanian’s dark drudgery.

The antiquation I call home
beget Bastille and Colonnades.
Where murmurs breed and procreate,
Lost utterance of serenades.

I’ve walked with Lady Death,
a gait I gauged as wide as mine.
I tasted warmth upon her breath
and love with her hand lost in mine.

Foreordination guides me now
as weathervanes steer far afield.
From ghastly chill and loneliness,
the wayward kin, a killing yields.


And see beyond bright burning shields,
of mornings walls beyond.
Great batteries and vestibules
and flag ships, hundred strong.


Of all these things I’ll grant no purchase,
of life I'll feel no severed cost.
My hope springs from my insurgence
and my life’s lot to living lost.