Circles Within the Maze

There it rests, suspended in amber:
a circle, the ghost of geometry forgotten amidst
the sprawling entanglement of corridors.

Inside, truths to be whispered by the walls,
where time curls back upon itself, yielding
golden fragments of reticent thought.
Imagine walking, step after step, curling inwards, tracing
the silence that enfolds you.

Outside the labyrinth, shadows dance
in a perennial twilight, where echoes of
laughter linger, caught within the web
of spirals and circles.
Follow the whispers, or don't.

Listen to the Echoes
Find the Secret Door