The Map


The Map

In an outward lodge deck,

onlooking an inner thought.

the sides of which are collapsing in

til the bottom meets the top.

at the center of  confusion,

a single pin hole rip,

a tunnel through a cellular portal

to an abandon mental imprint,

a lost and forgotten story

on an island far away,

overgrown by vines of time

and sand from wind and rain.

Author's Comments on "The Map"

Ehhh~ needs some work, but, too tired right now to bother.

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