This map of myriad marks,
unfolding pages over a lifetime, when spread out, how to read it? Will it get
to the heart of it, flesh out the life that gave it shape? A sentence hangs
over me daily, fully formed, or invisible until prompted. I set it out, then another,
into contours I can scarcely explain myself, sometimes. These maps of words
record features navigators alter with time. Promontory of Youth is renamed
Narcissus Point. Desert of Emptiness is recharted Godzone. Seas of Adventure
appear the same as Eros Ocean. Strange Shore becomes Friendly Islands; Guilt
Trip, Strait Gate.
No comments:
Post a Comment