on the island of the Minotaur and Amalthea,
amid the blue of the sea and sky,
a perpetual spiral of a wavy labyrinth, transparent
and a nymph-like Ariadne, barefoot 
drift together
across sacred stones
humming
and the ball of string unwinds
and an old dance starts
stirring in the depths of a volcano
and the three fates, smile and wink
at he who comes, at he who leaves, at he who is here,
at the traveller, the random visitor, the suspended man,
the dancer