i woke up this morning
held in jung's strong arms
with a worn-out hamilton
contorted in mine
after a night with hillman
who forced himself on me
it's a socially painful awakening
after so long, so fraudulently isolated
in a room full of distorted mirrors
and cheap tricks to keep me lost
i can only blame myself
for entering the labyrinth
my cocksure curiosity
and relentless self-goading
but i am glad to have gleaned the insight:
to always turn right
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