part #2 the byzantine labyrinth

and in this I see that you are playing me for a fool and the old dark house does not contain you but is simply a stage for your elaborate and deranged hoax for when I next try to find you there I find not you but an indolent bearded fellow who claims this is not your house but his. I know you are here somewhere under these dark olive porticoed archways, lured by familiarity into bronze statuesque council apartment blocks where the scent of you hangs senselessly around each empty corner. and I know you are in danger and I must reach you before you leave this