Ordnance Survey
I drew a Mind Trap Map
With nodes and arrows
And labels of
Thoughts and Concepts
And Snares
And Pitfalls
It delineated
And located
In Space and Time
Rigmarole
High-Faluting Ideas
Minutiae,
Schemes, Plans
Faultlines
And Flatline
Death Traps
And where to find Chekhov’s Gun
Should the need arise
The Me Problems and the You Problems
I sleeps my sleeps
And I dreams my many dreams
My many many sleeps dreams
There are place problem dreams
With deep bones that don’t change
As you look at them
There is the city dream
And the house dream
With many rooms
That expand and differentiate
Always the same
And it makes me wonder who I am
And I dreams my dreams
In my sleeps
My dreams
My dreams sleeps
Wonder who you are
And I say
Oh. It’s you again.
~4×10² km/s
I see you’ve gone
and fallen
In love again
All aboard.
Everyone. Everybody.
8.6 billion souls.
Home. Hurtling. Hurting. Laughing.
Loving.
At ~4×10² kilometres per second
Of lonely fragility
If you listen closely
You can hear
The motion of the Earth





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