Every city is
a labyrinth,
and as we
weave our way
through the
intersecting
streets, we
sometimes bump
into our fellow
prisoners, all of us
hoping to get out
before Asterion,
the Minotaur,
a labyrinth,
and as we
weave our way
through the
intersecting
streets, we
sometimes bump
into our fellow
prisoners, all of us
hoping to get out
before Asterion,
the Minotaur,
catches and
devours us.
devours us.
The name
of this particular
labyrinth
is Los Angeles.
Improvisation
a novel in verse, an epic poem in prose
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