Thursday, June 04, 2009


If it's on a map
It's not the place
If stakes may be driven
It's not the location
Charts cannot contain it
Pushpins cannot pierce it
Being within it all along
Pointing out its other variations
Such markers may form patterns
Revealing secrets of unwalkable worlds
Where experience of unspeakable words
Engenders what we trod and tell
Of its myriad bounty

1 comment:

Pisces Iscariot said...

A state of mind