cartography

CARTOGRAPHY
An exquisite corpse poem between Mimi & Nathan

I started the poem and have sent only 2 last lines to Nathan, with one keyword: cartography. Nathan has sent me back his final part – it is wonderful!
[Sorry for our lack of modesty!]
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Compass thinking pronounces
the north is always the steer
it forgets the labyrinth on the west
or the sun shinning on the east
but to the south, on its sense and nonsense
life randomly exists over the corners
and the square makes circular love


To me, I had seen no contours
no wondrous squiggles to take back
my dissonant laughter.
all those confused elements of the
ethereal mind-map.
so, let me see past those paint-drop trees
let me see into your cartography.
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