And Then We Saw The Daughters of the Minotaur by Leonora Carrington, 1953. Oil on canvas.

not knowing what is real or not
not knowing if meaning really means
what it means
or speaks in tongues
in the columned labyrinth
where the Minotaur holds court
more like a horse than bull
less like a man
in its scarlet robes
while apparitions dance to the
exquisite music of the air
and the chalk-white dogs
play at being dogs
and the goddess of the vault
less like a woman than a ghost
more like a folded origami queen
casts her enchantment on the wind—

and then we saw the daughters
of the Minotaur
more like children
not like a Minotaur
and innocence was born

— Neil Ellman (via Catapult to Mars)