Once I had finished it I didn\u2019t understand my own poem,
\nso how could you?<\/p>\n
There had been a moment when, possessed by a sort of deftness, I had made choices
\nabout matters such as line length<\/p>\n
but now all that had left me. I was confused.
\nThe intriguing question is what path led me
\nfrom that bewilderment to my present mode of address.<\/p>\n
This is something which concerns you, so pay attention!<\/p>\n
In a very true sense it is your curiosity,
\nwhich led me, like an umbilical threadworm,
\nout of the labyrinth. And here we both are,
\nblinking in the sunlight, a bit traumatised perhaps,
\nattracting too many flies for our mutual liking,
\nbut here nonetheless, in whatever space this is,
\nfield or piazza, over which I am making this address,
\ndear Ariadne.<\/p>\n
\u00ad_\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Never doubt, I will come back for you.
\nI see now what separates us is a slowly widening stretch
\nof crystalline water. These islands are lovely and puritanical.
\nThey suit your beauty down to a T.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sorry, have I made a mistake about your name?
\nIs this, strictly speaking, European soil?
\nAnyway, I must be off.<\/p>\n
Wait for me!<\/p>\n