The history of the map
For ages we have journeyed Agnes, and for what?
To turn brown and lined like the thing we follow?
Don’t cry Agnes.
It was-
I was-
**** it, Agnes!
Let me speak, as we once did, of parts unseen
Experiences not shared
Yet then shared in the telling
Then bounded
Only to find
That together it was a read over
Having nothing to express
Together.
Together we are now.
that’s what we asked.
The joys in the parting?
What use is for one a wallowing, then?
Here take the map Agnes.
Let’s-
Yes, it was good, wasn’t it?