Map Of The World (Part II)

you mentioned La Pieta the dotted line the holy flapping dress white legs carving darkness and you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth as you were speaking so when you left I grabbed the white and telling tablecloth and I carried it out into the empty streets and I laid it down to see what I could see I led my horse along the latitudes across the folds and into white and somehow along the way my horse slid off sideways and was gone forever I mourned and then forgot about it I resumed the line the latitudes and longitudes are calling me they're stringing me out across the seas forever they say - da da... map of the world I run along the dotted line and I grab my flapping dress - wheeee and the global winds rush past me shouting - this is happiness a quick fling to the global edge