** The Cartographer


Only raw action leads to satisfaction, having your own mind means having two minds, birds are elegant more-so than one

elephant, begin repulsion-theorems with propulsion.

Imagine to have no dreams to talk to
Imagine to have no bed to fall into
Dream to have no-one to blame for
Mistakes made and too much questions

I know I don't want to be forgotten
I know you don't want to see your mind
In my everyday plans for world-seduction
Choosing from freedom or destruction

I have no eyes with which to see
I have no mouth with which to speak
I have no ears with which to hear
But none of my senses wish to fear

Resonant sleeping gives me peace
Sometimes I can feel a warm breeze
Enter my skull from under my knees
Usually then my breathing will seize

The stars that make up the Eastern Skies
Are also my most reliable spies
I need an extensive map of The Seas
And those who reflect it with pearls are my colleagues