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.