Unmapped
i wander a mirage of geography
ghost cities, phantom landscapes
run my hands through opaque rivers
flush my face in the rouge of urban rust
blacken my palms with the rush of prairie oil
each and every tree a witness to feeling, to thought
boise, bethesda, birmingham
orlando, omaha, oakland
yakima, ypsilianti, yuma
the land runs red beneath my pale skin
the skin turns black beneath a cold sun
lay down with your dead
climb a cloud collapsing
sin can never follow a saint's apparition
walking unmapped in others' memories
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