poem on the map

when human forgot way back home

map of life

in the late night horror
you entrusted incense in a name

until morning pinched eyes
the dew on the glass window

prayer bill

map of pain

on a mattress that you keep the wound in the chest
each time depicted on the map

about the position of the wound
frangipani flower kiss

map of name

have mapped the human nature, anywhere
will be tied even aground, later

land or sea
Where will devour your name and my name

time dissolves in a glass of coffee, then
I’m still trying to read maps

map. average.



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