in wonder
in the atlas of
my body
there is the
country of me
a kingdom where
I rules
we suppose the
heart
its beating of
life of love –
can life love
live in the meat
the muscle of a
ticking clock?
or the brain? that
tissue of lies
of lives the
story the pathology
of the diseased the
narrative
breadcrumbs once
upon a time …
a sneeze and
therein the mind
find it scan it X-
ray the map
X marks the spot
buried treasure
look in the
mirror each day trace
the quiet
betrayal as the body deserts you
stare at the
intimacy of DNA
the flag the
coat a little worn
a hand-me-down
cut to fit
its subtle
disguise you you
a passerby
passing by
looking for
direction
crossing borders
heading west
hitching a ride in
a cul-de-sac
for which you are the map
and there you
are at the back of the bus
staring out the
window at the scenery
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