Like I Had a Map of Love

Finding which way to go,

I once was a man,

Who, whilst stepping on some stairs,

Was taken up in my life, yet,

Was forever climbing down to death.

 

As a sphincter of a man

Watching through my blind muscle,

And peeping as I went

I found which way to go,

Yet  gained no advantage.

 

In a life dogged by fairness.

Bleeding on the traits of Columbus

I ranged on his flat waves.

And, posed as one among stars,

When looking into the eyes of Eve.

 

Always I tried to live

Like I owned a map of love,

And was a herald of gentle breath.

Even as I defended my cause to the death,

I searched and discovered all along I had no breadth.

 

Christopher Thompson.

Jan 10th, 2014