The inner misguided

Bricks and weeds and climbers astray
complex corridors like veins through a network of curves spelling disorientation
Inside ensconced between the concrete obstacles, showing paintings of impossible passages

The turns and openings further from your notion of direction
do you go further into the random twist?
The gaps between the bricks aren´t big enough to see through
and the dead ends scatter the illusions of sense

Logic hasn´t been greeted and remains staring enviously from the outer walls
Stray animals go there to feast on the undergrowth sprouting from the limits of the outside walls

Great long serpentine panels encircle the middle of the inner labyrinth
dividing the heart of the maze from the body
Once inside the world´s neverending intestine consigned willfully to mysterious oblivion