The Mapmaker

Here sits the silk
That you
Wrapped beside you
Here goes the mud
That you let
Rise above you

Here swings the moth that
Has its eyes
On you
Here flies that hawk that
Dances out what you do

When still in the map that you
Still in the map that you
Drew

When still in the map that you
Still in the map that you
Drew

When still in the map that you
Still in the map that you
Drew

Here sits the silk
That you
Wrapped beside you
Here goes the mud
That you let
Rise above you