There's a heaviness to my bones,
A stillness to the air I'm breathing.
Everything aches,
my whole body wrung through and bruising.
but it feels pleasant,
This gravity weighing me down,
The heaviness in my eyes.
I think I'll simply rest, here in your arms.

There is a gap wide enough,

Between what we feel, and what we show,

That a jungle lives between;

Neither hers nor mine, but somewhere new.

This country's a paradise, but

This country's a maze, where my sorrows

Stalk my joys through dark forests

Woven thickly through my reveries,

As hungry creatures - by my hand sent,

For the Gods of my forest

Covet no beauty but chaos.

This place has no maps,

Because this place is me;

And I am the blind cartographer

August 2019