a comet

The stars have never been so much aligned, as this, i come and go under the evidence of infernal machines and heavenly orbits, This rising and falling of iron gears and crystal epicycles. First toward Mercury and later toward distant Eris, and back. I am like a comet, of sorts, falling into the sun just far enough to get singed, then retreating, leaving a trail of vapor in my wake. Perhaps I seek to be singed some, or perhaps it is because i am so drawn to the sun as to ensure my own destruction, save a last minute escape impluse, the memory of which fades to murmurs in the celestial cold black. So, i return, again and again, to this. Some cycles run fast and threaten to vaporize my every molecule of atmosphere, others burn slow, but they all burn, again and again, till i am just a cinder.

Minos

It is dark and misty, and somehow, i have ended up in this thicket. I wandered in here in search of shiny objects, like a mina bird, looking for things to decorate my nest. the silver glinted in the moonlight, how, i do not know, there are so many brambles to cover the ground now. were all these thorns here before? i have already forgotten my way out of here, and every step brought me further into the thorns. Vine after vine, the wood bunches up over holes in the ground, and the coins seem to vanish as i reach for them. Still, it is not too late. The hill slopes upward, and i have been walking downward till now. One footfall at a time, i can find my way back from here. I hear the voice of an ancient deity in the wind, and i realize that i have dreamed of this maze before.