Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Map’s Valentine

The self can be a curious thing
To come upon how it just pops up
So casually inside your abandonment
Proving it was there all along but
Having to chase its materials down
Carefully matching your every mood
How the self can only be
A makeshift map showing
How all the trails break off
Into expanding yellow spaces
Marked No Road on no sign
The looming no self
Making his absence known
Yet here it touched me

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