If I told you
As a wordsmith
I draw sometimes
A cartograph of memory
Plagued by moving features
Spatial relationships
Lost from their context
Would you follow me
Into my wilderness?
If I promised
I could build
A better path
Construct a trail for you to follow
Sure footed and secure
A route through tangled processes
Yet anchored by a chain
Of words
Which feeds out information
One stout step at a time.
Would you follow it
Out of this world?
If I swore
I knew a way
To guide your compass
Like a falling star
Gravitating into orbit
Around a waxing gibbous moon
Of imagination
Would you dare
To follow
Your own dreams?
