Sunday, November 7, 2010

Verse: Maps

perhaps you are
in your own way
but not me
you can see
the cracks
these tyrannical little scars
that overwhelm me
as they spread out
in search
of each other’s
tender embrace
each crease
a path
forming a map of
my life
where my nervous fingers
my tense toes
are borders
i never venture
even as
the edges fray
and more lines
look at my palm
this is where
i was born
and there
is where my travels
and the in between
borders on you
whether you are
eternal or not
i know
no other way
to go
nor where
i will be
i only have
my map
and it
is incomplete

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