Head cradled between hands as human as his mother’s
the minotaur finds sleep,
dreams his legs are normal
carry him across sunlit fields, flowers, bees and
laughter…
as if his birth a dream
and the dream real…
he has not been imprisoned beneath the earth
but is free to roam above
he even thinks his lips can recall
the feel of his mother’s nipple
the touch of his father’s hand
upon his unkempt hair…
in darkness
asleep
the minotaur whines and twitches
like a dog asleep at the hearth
who chases prey never caught.
who chases prey never caught.
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