private exit
he searched for a self
with incremental care
through incremental years…
he’d filled in Johari windows
with peer counselors at Big Sur…
drank peyote blossom tea
in a tipi with a shaman…
sought nirvana in a sweat lodge
on a high Montana range…
floated sensory deprived
in a tank in Berkeley’s hills…
clicked into chat rooms
to be with kindred souls…
entered testing mazes
to find the person
he thought he should be…
Kuder Preference – scientist
Myers-Briggs – I N T J
Enneagram – Type 5 Wing 4
prescribed his life precisely
with self-fulfilling prophecy
until he found that self
revealed…classified…analyzed
typecast…segregated…grouped
investigated…audited
documented…confined
within a labyrinth
with no private exit
from incremental walls
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
Hello,
I like a lot the whole idea of a labyrinth in your poem, it’s very strong (to me).
Thank you for sharing.
Yes, labyrinths are there in so many cultures…far back in time. Thank you “far but not away” for your visit.
and after leaving the tipi, slightly high on the blossom tea, did he still need an exit…?
Actually, I liked the poem… somewhat humorous, I’d say.
I think his younger years were his happiest. I’m sincerely pleased you commented, ShimonZ.
Reading this poem and Unintended Consequences again, I’m thinking of “The Fall” by Albert Camus. Do you know it? It is about canals, circumferences, reflexions and of course the fall which breaks that all. I read it a long time ago, maybe the best moment to read it again. Have a nice day.
I’m grateful for your insight. Truly )