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All There Is
I asked to see the rest
space between east and west
in response the void spoke back
nothing is the more than less
the roads led beyond my sight
while the start could not unwind
the middle was not enough
to sustain the angels’ vows
that pledge that’s not been kept
words remembered fell away
with only screams left in my head
sanity slipping from the hand
vows implied by destiny
the explicit is then denied
assurances given by the gods
become the lies in the now
the map hid the scenery
cartographer’s sleight of hand
with mountain of contour lines
as flat as valley’s breadth
design escapes the journeyman
while promises are cast aside
visions grasped while most are lost
I only ask to see all there is.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180919.
space between east and west
in response the void spoke back
nothing is the more than less
the roads led beyond my sight
while the start could not unwind
the middle was not enough
to sustain the angels’ vows
that pledge that’s not been kept
words remembered fell away
with only screams left in my head
sanity slipping from the hand
vows implied by destiny
the explicit is then denied
assurances given by the gods
become the lies in the now
the map hid the scenery
cartographer’s sleight of hand
with mountain of contour lines
as flat as valley’s breadth
design escapes the journeyman
while promises are cast aside
visions grasped while most are lost
I only ask to see all there is.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180919.
Published 20th Sep 2018
Author's Note
The poem “All There Is” was inspired by a Tumblr meme featuring the map of the world on a wall. Above the map was the question, “is that all there is?”
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"the map hid the scenery
cartographer’s sleight of hand"
... the imagery of a cartographer drawing an inaccurate/incomplete map is great in the last stanza. We live by 'maps' in our heads, whether true or not.
cartographer’s sleight of hand"
... the imagery of a cartographer drawing an inaccurate/incomplete map is great in the last stanza. We live by 'maps' in our heads, whether true or not.
21st Sep 2018 11:14am
The last stanza is a review of the first two. The indistinct situation, and the seemingly capricious gods, are framed as map and cartographer. :)
