2nd Proseweave

The flatness of map
eyes ripple, conflagrate, bellow
like continents of snow
wind syllables
the land breaks up on

desperation, fingers collapse
become limbs solemn steps
across your shoulders, a boat
wrists anchored, knees, snow,
compass meeting you halfway, lost

belly of whale, halves
of somewhere-- other side bordering
lips parted across
miles, rested ocean
on restless floor