It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.
Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
Poetry springs from something deeper; it's beyond intelligence.
Life and death have been lacking in my life.
Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.