Zywa
Mind map
On the way, I make a map
of the roads to the roads
that I do not know yet
on the small earth of my body
within the large body of It
I learn what it needs
see the roses bloom
smell the fungi and recognize
by the mushrooms feelings
I have buried
in storage holes in the ground
of my body, my earth
On the way, I make a map
of my discoveries, of the truth
of life, my soul
the temporary skin
between inside and outside
tightened between human beings
an interface, touched
and read by a few
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