In case I disappear this is a map of my heart,
(should you care that is to seek my whereabouts)
a patched up job, repeatedly reassembled,
it beats to the rhythm of a thousand suns,
stronger than a life is long.
Please do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
Notice how the blue of fallen sky becomes a sea
where angels and mermaids dance in arcs of light.
I rest on these beaches when I lose myself,
cool my body in the waves and drift away.
This is the path back home.
This is the country where I find myself again.
Map of My Heart. 23 x 17″ (varies). Acrylic on torn and glued papers, by clinock
poem by clinock
edited redux 2014