The EEL

Sometimes I feel
Like I fell
Into a labyrinth
That is made of
Concepts
And Ideas
It twists and
Turns and changes
Like an eel in dark \
Waters
I listen to the movement
Of my own thoughts
They move around \
In circles of light
Pinwheels of flame
That leap out and\
Carry me along
To the center
Of somewhere
That I cannot \
Say the name of
A land that is lost\
In the world
Blank
And yet burning
With love…