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MAZE OF METAPHORS
I saw the ghost
Of Michelangelo
It was in the maze
Of metaphors
Or was it the moon
In cameo appearance
That made an image
Of that old chiseler
O why
Are you so troubled
My young troubadour
Meandering in the Maze
Of Metaphors
The artist stood by
His "Window to the soul"
A painting of colors
That never dry
His brush was dipped
In a black hole
And a star burst
In the gleam of an eye
I saw chameleons
Square dancing in delight
On a chessboard
Stretching to infinity
It rained crystal balls
As two white cranes
Were faced with
Endless possibilities
Old Father Time
With a beard of indigo
Was turning
An hourglass of sand
Inside the glass an ant
Chased a grain of rice
And made the cosmic
Order get out of hand
With an ant up my sleeve
I built castles in quicksand
Having time and broken
Glass on my hands
Then I had a sinking feeling
That I was in a hole
It was an impression that
Mirrored my soul
A mime offered me
Some invisible rope
With frantic gestures
Suggesting higher hopes
I was extracted from
The jaws of that cavity
By defying the law
Of literary gravity
© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers