Naos Explains Worry
There is no monster here, not even the eyelash of a god
could be found at your feet.
There is only the dying to this point.
The labyrinth you have tread without noticing,
wearied with yes and no,
with waiting.
Now and then, you are aware of a spider,
in the corner of the ceiling,
stiff and swinging.
J o s é A n g e l A r a g u z
Naos