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Thursday, October 27, 2022

The Map

All directions are a trap.

Do not follow the map


Or be caught in amber’s sap.

Oh, the body can move


With the fevers of love

Or the lifted brow of thought,


But don’t learn what’s taught.

The aimlessness of dreams


Is only the ripping of seams

On a child’s outgrown gown.


You can’t dream up or down.

So do not try to run away,


Dear one. Stand still, sway,

And you’ll not wander astray.