I would've marched through gates of hell to find you,
But you have torn the map and severed all the threads.
I am no Theseus, and you're no Ariadne;
All that there was is gone, the bull is lying dead.
Whatever thought as after now became "before";
I would have marched through gates of hell, but nevermore.
as I pan over the labyrinth
© Copyright: Владислав Вольнов, 2026
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