The laying of the labyrinth

Streams of consciousness
Prevailing.
meandering skywards.
Even sailing

Reticulation
An obliqueness
Waviness and undulation
The kingsmen gathered
A ring of armour
Turned to stone
For everymore

Comptons witch
what did she utter
Know one knows
know one is sure

Cotsworld Order of Druids cometh
The spread of seed
Where birds unite
A glassy calmness
In the offing
The minotaur now loathe
To fight

A pilgrimage a contemplation
Lets quiet our minds
And see if we
Can pursue a subterranean journey
And be more centred
Effectivly.