His Labyrinth

Just hang out, he says:
Sleep, chill, explore.
Walk through, crawl through, climb through,
Lose your way
In the labyrinth.

It's a breakthrough, he says,
The sort of things people will do.
Running jumping dancing,
Laughing,
In the labyrinth.

Human behaviour, he says,
Has to be tested extended challenged.
Bend down crawl and
Mind your head, they say.
It is easy to predict their limits.

I like the terror, he says.
He could hear them
Yelling screaming shouting.
It was a magic thing, he says.
People have lost their grip.

I want to give back to the people, he says.
Provoke human nature.
It's dark and disorienting;
A breakthrough; an experience; transformative; 
His labyrinth.


(Note: this is a piece of Cut-up poetry, and it is derived from this article.)