Map Of The World (Part II)

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La Pieta the dotted line the holy flapping dress white legs carving darkness and you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth as you were speaking so when you left

I grabbed the white and telling tablecloth and

I carried it out into the empty streets and

I laid it down to see what

I could see

I led my horse along the latitudes across the folds and into white and somehow along the way my horse slid off sideways and was gone forever

I mourned and then forgot about it

I resumed the line the latitudes and longitudes are calling me they're stringing me out across the seas forever they say - da da... map of the world

I run along the dotted line and

I grab my flapping dress - wheeee and the global winds rush past me shouting - this is happiness a quick fling to the global edge that spans the vast expanse to where the mountains meet like relay-runners to where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs try

I raise one arm up to the sky to touch a speck - an eagle flies and a stick-figure on the other side he waves back to me... he said - da da... map of the world a stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tie he walks across the perfect lawn (you mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?) and he stands there at the foot of the golden office tower he says- "I must get to work today I have to get inside somehow" but the golden office tower was just a cliff the sun was setting on so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever he said- da da... you were with us when we held our meetings at the edge of the plains la pieta, broad topics like life and death (is dinner ready yet?) yes - it's a map of the world

I run along the dotted line beyond the mountain tops past the far-flung ice floes and the outlying tundra and

I circle down to see what

I can see

I can see ten men of the kremlin ten pegs upon the plains ten men with stony faces facing west where night erases shadows in the places where the faces of the kremlin used to be they say - da da... map of the world