Mappa mundi. On my back I
sleep without mountains, or oceans,
or broken continents drifting off
in search for more.
Birds turn origami and
I am left with an echo.
Somewhere between maple rain
and God’s sweet thumb I broke
the rules.
Sand has lost all reason.
Sun has lost its meaning.
Direction is meant for the breathing…
So is matter.
Mappa mundi. Inside
I am a universe. The eye of God, on my
back, giving birth to angels with
white wings of clouds.
Thunder claps in approval
while I whistle an old echo
to the vast dark matter
that prays for existence.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
This is beautiful. I loved these lines especially: “Birds turn origami, And I am left with an echo.”
ahhh…those are my favorite from this piece also. I am so glad you connected with that part!
Incredible. Beautiful. Haunting. Thank you.
Thank you so much for the comment! I appreciate you taking the time.
Brilliant, as always, my dear….
gigoid
thank you my friend