the map (2011)
hanging like a victim
was a lampshade
shrouding a bulb that died alone.
I explore its shadow thrown by a table lamp
onto the ceiling
abstracted to a tonal map.
ropes of tangled trim become
a coastal region
broken up with bright lakes and lagoons
bordering a dark interior.
I fell asleep in this halflight
and dreamed you on the loopcast beach
melting into the waters like a swan.
I turned my back on the sea
and began the long walk
from the coast
to the dead centre.