I, but a lone and weary traveler
have become lost in the abyss
of the labyrinth trail you have
in your eyes.
Each fissure, each cavern,
I have traversed on foot,
not knowing what was next.
I took shelter from the anguish
the outside world forced upon you,
building a home deep within
your foggy and misty irises.
And when I finally reached the
the dark and endless tunnel stretching far
beneath me,
I leapt into your pupils
and let the air gently rock me
into a slumber.

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