Hands Like Maps

The water is you Holy and true Cosmic complexity Gentle and personal Let me swim, soak Like moonlight on still water River at night A reflection of the thing itself I am the river bed The dirt and a container I am a tucked-in shirt Landmarking, revelating Reflecting at best Or misplaced adoration Ink in heart, magazine smile This is gonna take a while Hands like maps, though Hands like past and future Past my pupils And the pretty mask that you despise I am the one you chose From the start From the start I am the water I am the water I am in you