Poetry of a Conlanger

Monday, May 08, 2006

Lone Geographer (5/4/06)

It’s sad, almost.
I’m back on the map,
Back in charted territory;
That menstrual-like cycle of hope and disappointment.

I was forging ahead,
Writing the geography book of life and love,
Until I fell off the edge of the world,
Meeting sea demons and serpents I hadn’t thought existed.

I wanted you to care,
To help me up over the cliff,
But who was I to say where the world ended?
And if you’re no longer willing
To draw this map with me-
Ink in parchment-
Well, it’s your lost opportunity.
I’ll find someone else.


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