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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.
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