The Minotaur

I’m half potential


impossibility, divided


by fanged genes—

gnawing my toes down

into hooves sculpted to

eclipse a mythos. Half


pocked in abandoned

hail, losing knowledge

of probability. Unlikely

walls still shift. Notice


the lack of pustules

or spaces that should

be horns: a concept

meant to be brutal.


Notice now, the lack

of a modifiable world


properly sharpened.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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