The Geography of Me

There is no beginning or end,
Just the thunder of my beating heart;
Thump-thump, thump-thump...
And the land of my skin—stretched out over the earth that is
My bones
My insides, my crust, my molten blood and
My core.

There are two lake—windows,
Over the mountains and valleys of my chin, my nose,
My lips.
They will freeze at night, when the world is quiet.
And thaw in the morning and they will let in, and let out
And see and feel.
Sometimes they will flood and create
Waterfalls of anguish and rain;
Drip-drop.

Around the corner,
Into the dark tunnel.
Or perhaps through the dark forest;
Strands and strands of long, wild
Woods.
There sits a labyrinth, so complex and mysterious.
Full of open doors and stairways to nowhere;
Full of thoughts and dreams,
And desire and passion,
Good things and bad things,
Things with wings and things with tails,
Waiting to jump out.
Waiting to burst out into the sky like a rocket
Or a shooting star.

Too much buried deep; waiting and waiting
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Too much to map
Too much to see and hear and smell and touch and taste
And feel.
But it is only the tip of the iceberg
For I am as vast as the universe
And there's still so much left
To discover.