Cartography
A substantial knot roaming
to and fro our true-to-us selves
keeps congruous freedom within romping
bounds (according to our own distorted
topographical laws and free-willing maps) and imparts
a tabooless luminance
to our most shrouded wanderings – thus wherever
our fiery yet fiercely-guarded spheres might
stand our umbilical certainties (though numerous
they are not) prevent my sinking into a deepknown
pit of fearful distrust– while keeping at
bay the vagaries from the mumbly-miry outside and
having loneliness (that of the
racking-rackety sort) and many-voiced pain flung
down then wrenched back to
their own rocky void – so whatever
the drumming immensity of distance
between our thriving parabolas
they soar bond meander (perpetually) and then
alight in a clot as enmeshed as
a fetter-free flesh-bound lock – your immeasurable
planets wrapped-up round my
vagrant atoms.
©2010, B. Longre First published here:
