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"The Paradox" 

When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six 
it was like the party 
had kick started 
way ahead of time
without us

escape from the world
of fools is never easy
there, the breeze 
of freewill ceases
so we sat and let 
the oarsman paddle us
a cross

to where
we did not know
it was never Home

way ahead of us 
the sound of distant
merriment like 
fading church bells, 
ding dong Avon
calling, some kind 
of fayre ball, 

perhaps Avalon,
to us it was like 
taking a sip of - well,
no sugar coating for this,
a bitter haunted tincture 
laced with false promise,
dangling nebulous Utopia

somewhere behind us
the noose called thought
stood in a numbered cell
pacing back and forth,
sometimes the occupier
would play dead,
lie still, back to the wall

then turning, 
engrave another mark
into the wall, counting time, 
watching it fall
dust to dust
ash to ash
with the other sods; 

the paradox?
One wants it to end, 
then one does not;
the grand mal heart 
seizing in to mind
the bittersweet 
contradiction?

to have and 
to have not

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)







“Avalon will always be there 
for all men to find 
if they can seek the way thither, 
throughout all the ages past the ages. 
If they cannot find the way to Avalon, 
it is a sign, perhaps, 
that they are not ready."

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