lay down, face to the ground
look at the lines in the sky
windows to a time you'll never touch
//
a forlorn stork in a cosmopolitan bathroom
babies don't survive in concrete jungles
dancing naked in the company of devils
//
as they draw lines around your limbs
chalk it up to Providence
throw out your map
cartographer's lines are of no use
where you're going
?
putting the cart before the horse
dancing with devils before learning to crawl
but babies don't survive in a concrete jungle
a stork with a waterlogged map
chalk lines power washed from the pavement
forlorn in the bathroom
searching for the ocean
in a lipstick stained mirror