Circe Borges Direct

In her Gardens of Forking Paths, time diverged, And every possibility, like a river, emerged. The Minotaur of paradox lurked, patient and still, As she guided the threads of narrative, with a subtle will.

This piece is a poetic tribute to the intersection of mythology, literature, and philosophy, inspired by the combination of Circe and Borges. I hope you enjoy it! circe borges

Her fictions, a conjuring of the Aleph, Contained the entirety of existence, in a single breath. The symmetries of the universe, she did unfold, In a topology of the imagination, where the infinite did enfold. In her Gardens of Forking Paths, time diverged,