Chorus

maps wrinkle forever

ridges, ripples, cuts and tears

rivers and legends move across landscapes

marked from the centre out

inked by solar progress

hills wane, tides

rise mountains

ravines, soft coastlines,

spill over provincial eyes

sheathe

violence, off the map

coal mine collapse

fallow logging road

roadside shrines, desiccated flowers

maps provoke the terror of perfection,

cold flesh realities like frozen points

like alloy tubes encircling primeval etchings of buried oil;

into desiccated creek beds, lines

dissolve in lines

rings of older roadways

maps never sleep

never slip in their production of cities and towns

infill space invasion

the dissection of meridians

and wilderness hangs like quotes between

people in the spoken place