a history of collapse
navigate through
my several parts
o mind, o heart,
like a gondolier
under stone archways
on muddy waters:
bits of blue sky
and grey sky above.
navigate through
my several aspects
like physical anthropologists
in search of mayan gods.
navigate through the river of me;
unearth me. dig me out.
it must be here somewhere, under all this.
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