Minotaur Ichor

While we observed
Curfew roll by
Hours ago we knew

That Bigfoot Java
Was open
Twenty-four seven

And they sold
Coffee and energy
At three a.m.

So we made a stop
When we were sleepy
Back to your place again

Familiar creaking floors
Only been here once
Before

Drinking blood of the
Minotaur
This raspberry ichor

How the hell
Did I get here
Lost in the labyrinth

Tacoma night
Slipping away with
Morning birds

Now the tides have
Turned, no longer
Surviving, but thriving

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