I’m counting the threads in Christine’s piece
I don’t even know its name
All I see is a map
15 -- 8 -- 15
All I see is code
All I see is words on a page
All I see
Is carefully shrouded poetry, Art is
All I see
Beheld 5-X-3
So many X’s on the chart
So many places to be
Though I could stand here
In the glow all night
Reading Christine’s cartography
