Don'T Love As If Your Map Is Reality

A map's a guide to find a world Knitted by angels,plain or pearled, And though you need a map as guide, Keep your own eyes open wide. I spent a year caught in a map Until I found a big enough gap I crawled out through this exit slit, So here I am,like some half wit. Words can act like heroin, You live so high ,where I have been. But onto earth I gladly fall. The air, the sun, the rain is all. My senses are my lovers long- My ears,my eyes,my skin my tongue. The winds caress my naked flesh, To dwell on earth is all I wish. I'll live with mice and birds and plants, I'll share my food with miscreants I'll keep my words inside a tin; And only, now and then,go in. I'll live with cats and spiders three. And like a wild flower grow quite free. I' ll give my words to those who hear, And eventually I'll disappear Earth to earth then ash to ash When soaked with rain I shall disperse. My atoms wing like butterflies, And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised. 0