U R Here (map of the universe)

Torture is truth
at the edge of
our political  
universe
 
Just knowing how  
far we came
 
after the Big Bang  
shot Lincoln  
 
 
Dead
 
 
Paradigm  
is formless slime
 
Your map printed
inside a  
woven mask
 
To hold a  
growing bug
 
made of  
unrealistic
 
imaginal magic
 
Puffing on dreams
to bust out
 
a butterfly  


...I’m part of a  
generation  
 
You will never
see again
 
like you did  
before