In the Labyrinth B&w edition

In the Labyrinth Obscurity rattles me. One labyrinth tangled inside another. Skeletons with living flesh hanging off, defying the certainty of death. Before I entered this being I would walk on Earth, on feet of clay. Become dust particles coalesced over centuries orbiting a star. I would be honorable. Sober. Do scrimshaw paintings on bone and tusk mornings. Radiate compassion. Give love. Walk winding paths. Be with those I emulate. Shine with reason. Respect. I would evaporate the junk off from me. Stare deep into the essence of everything. I would truly live each day creatively. I would pull all of my Creator into me. I would welcome death when it comes, collapsing into it, eventually into the labyrinth of time ...