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 had a map of love.
And was a herald of gentle breath,
Even as I defended my course to death.
I searched and discovered
All along I had no breadth.

© 2014-2019 Christopher Thompson.  
pryderi.org

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