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2003-03-05 - 11:56 p.m. -
so, i know i�m posting late tonight but� i can now!! hahaha!! sorry about that. still in honeymoon phase with my computer. i�ll calm down about it soon. so, here is a mew poem. i think it is done, but i�m not sure. any feedback would be good. i don�t have much to say tonight. i�ll try to be more chatty tomorrow.
be well.
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mapmaker�s lament he has struggled
to shift tectonic plates
shape the hearts� geography he has redrawn all of his maps
hoping she would find her way home emotional cartography
changing side roads into interstates
removing tolls & detours
highlighting an access road but the distances are becoming too great
for him to overcome
the landscape keeps shifting
exits appear
leading her away his inkwell is empty
his topography unfinished
repeating rotaries spin him in circles
become the axis
of all his failures if he could
he would start over
with fresh parchments
inks that don�t disappear
or run
her as magnetic north but he finds himself instead
becoming Atlas
all of this geography
resting on his shoulders
worlds behind his back too heavy to hold aloft
but a stumble
could ruin everything
worlds crashing down around him so he stands still
as mountains rake his flesh
seas spill
into blistered palms tears are nothing
but more salt water
& there is no Noah
to save him from the flood when he closes his eyes
he sees straight lines
spaces spanned
in the shortest distance when he closes his eyes
he sees himself
finally drawing the map
that leads her home ---------------------- -----------------------------------
Today�s Stats
Coffee Count: 8 mugs
Cigarettes: 17
Candy: a mint
Now Playing: Junkyard Wars
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�Just because you aren�t on your knees in church or sitting in a cramped position doesn�t mean you can�t be talking to God.�-Robert Fulghum
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