Labyrinth and the white phantom
Was that a loose or a rare lonely
White buffalo lost in time?
I don't know!
I was dreaming though!
A glimpse of some multiple story car park revisiting!!
It was empty!
Empty,
Except for those strange echoes of footsteps.
Not humans for sure.
Steps and their echoes of creatures, lions and tigers and such!!!
All white I sensed and grasped:
like that rare buffalo tracking me while I sought
my old cherished fountain,
A fountain I made among derelict buildings!
Labyrinth and the white phantom was always there!!!
Following me now in the shape of a white lion,
While I run and barely glimpse closed windows,
Resting beyond them, tons of sand dunes!
And that white lion like was poised and composed,
Reposing patiently.......
Reposing patiently,
While I run away to some celestial balcony.
Shivering and fearful,
I failed to close the door!!
A strange moment at dawn before I woke up.
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