slowly undulating white halls
overhead
light sweeps in waves and shadows of things
unseen crawl creepily on the tiled floor scribble the walls
inside the halls he hears a breathing
or a whisper he
follows his ears refutes what his eyes seehis
dominatrix sense shrills
he lets her go
though he refuses to close his
eyes
he digs her febrile hallucinations sent to confuse him
within he found a very old man laying in bed beyond struggle surviving only in his eyes they are enormous
paleblue
he has crepepaper skin
he didnt know who he washe didnt wear
a bracelet
the old man didnt say
he talked to the old man like one
talks to a pethopeful at least he might convey his feelings emotions he
didnt assume they spoke the same language
the old man moved his eyes side
to side searching his gaze as he spoke to him
he didnt trouble himself wondering
what his looks meant
he hazarded the moving wallsthe
effacing labyrinth contrived to keep him away from this and yet during every visit the old man remained
mute
then he would feel the halls behind him begin
to quiver sense their impatience their preparation to constrict and close and seal
him inside
he rose from a simple wood chair touched
the old mans shoulder Ill be back I will
be back then he strode out of the room
ignoring the false exits the maze tendered it was a pity it couldnt smell the freshblue aroma more
robust more realised than Ariadnes thin spunsilk
he didnt know how many timesthe dozens of times he risked the labyrinth to visit the old man
this morning he rode the brisk threads of silver morning sunlight pushing him through the quivering hallwaysover the thin black spider shadows haunting the floor and walls to the old mans room
Good morning he said as he entered Its a glorious day You ought to allow
me to take you out of here
the old man shook his bald head
no
it was the
first he ever acknowledged a word he said
then out of his shrunken body laboring he said Please do not come anymore
he nearly gasped
You dont want me to come
he labored Do not come I am only living to see you again I am tired of living
tears welled up in his eyes You cant mean that
Please Do not come
Dont
come
Yes
he searched the old mans eyes
the old man looked back into his lucidly without alarm not averting them piercing
despite their rheumyness
I hear you he heard his heart crack
I wont return
the conversation exhausted
the old man
he shrank a bit more before his
very eyes
then he talked as he always talked
of the blue and
green world outside the queer walls the
prowling animals flying calling birds the ants and bees and butterflies the natural lively earthlings which would
recognisethough only briefly the old mans death
feel his soul flee through them
then the spasming came
I have to go
he stood laid his hand on the sheet over the old mans chest he could
feel his ribbones he smiled
the old man betrayed himself
he
smiled
leaving he didnt look back
he felt the old mans eyes accompanying
him he hurried through hallsdisappointed
he passed and took them outside so they could see again
one last time
1235,
Saturday, 27 5. 17
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