Silly days design corn mazes.
I got lost in one as a child,
melted into the corn
like butter.
Then woke up again,
refrigerated,
with breasts in my topography,
popcorn lethal to me.
Who is that child playing
at the opening of the labyrinth?
Is there anything more
frightening than entering eternity?
Yes.
Leaving it.
Miniature Moon 