He waits for the ray of sunshine
to wind its way down the shaft
carved in the solid rock, (Daedalus
understood the plight of light,
both wave and particle),
down into the mountain’s heart,
to the hollowed cavern,
destined in carver’s mind
to be the minotaur’s prison.
He stands in the cavern’s axis, senses
the timing of sunlight’s descent,
waits with eyes closed, head
held straight – when the time is right
the light hits the two horns,
twin crescent moons shine in the darkness.
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