I

Have drawn a map

And set my course

To understand


That meaning is created

A thousand myths have predated

This narrative that is my life

It falls so short of answering strife

A self-recited story that

Imitates elusive glory



I have grasped the

Inadequacy of the myth

To answer all the questions

I have sensed

The infinite

Inside a breath

And it has destroyed what was left


Stretched over all the world I know

A map ascends from far below

Consciousness just a tiny part

Knowledge of death, initial mark