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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