In a Labyrinthine House

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In a drywall                                                                                     
house of business                                                                  
   walking from the kitchen    into the receiving room
finding the hidden door
ajar

he climbs the new stairway
                                                       with the voices of inspection
anticipated
close behind
                                                       and it is clear
they will find their way

Speaking to Aiks                            
though she has
                                                       no particular interest
he tells her of another chamber
better hidden
at the bottom of the house                                                            
 
                                                           Among the beams and studs
                                                         webs         and dust
workbenches and beds
he explores
                                                                                           while Aiks
lies into the covers                                                
her bare shoulders showing
asking questions

There are many old tools here
                                     and relocated windows      which look
                                                   into his old neighborhood
                                                    and the uneasiness
                                                           with social clutter

And these windows are oriented
into a further exit
that opens
                           on a workshop     in a turn of the century
back street           And all the while
                                             that Pahn’s gaze is wandering
in this wooden maze

Egairia                                                                     
at a distance                                                                      
in the quiet of nature                                                                   
is walking                                                                       
and rowing                                                                       
over                                                                       
the lake and fields                        

seeds filtering from her fingers                      
like inspiration                   

sewing a blanket of blue                                         
salvia                                      
into the grass and reeds                                         

her hands sometimes                          
checking the mats of algae                          
that cover                           
the concealed water                          

and sometimes                         
peering in                                                          .

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