none of us spoke

That afternoon we walked through the swamps

There is no more sense of time
in the dead heat of the afternoon

you are lost
within yourself

there is somehow an architecture in this place
which you cant quite figure out

we walked side by side
I remember long stretches of transfixed fascination
during which none of us spoke
muted as we were by the vague threat of silent things

I felt somehow in the Minotaur’s maze

enthralled & numbed