How We Know the Maps Are False
By Notty Bumbo, 2015
How shall we travel the space between atoms,
How do the broken strive to run?
Trade lives with the wicked,
Drag the river for lost joys.
Everywhere we turn avoids our gaze.
In this instant you fall,
The next tears apart your Earthly desires.
Only in the small and haphazard rendering of images
Do we find ephemeral solace.
Do not wait for the way to open:
Drive without mercy into the mouth of the storm!