We cannot share with companions
that we do not catch a glimpse
of our journey’s end,
what or where we are going to.
Like human primeval hordes
we continue to come and go
on hidden crowd’s desires,
sometimes-guileful ones.
In despite of the feeling
we are pursuing threads
in old Greek a labyrinth,
we believe there is a sense
in such comings and goings.
Since this is matter of faith,
not suitable to science eyes,
it must be kept by few of us.
Published in The Stare’s Nest, February 26, 2015.
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