the words weren't mine

I lost myself            this            recently looking
for all the world            like any unmade map

am I like what            someone cried            from the walls
I could still see the sea            and its repeats

write out the sand            from nearer memory
a message suggested itself            today

I think            start over            like this couldn’t be
more immediate            attempts are turned back

lacking the old low down            I read            at noon
for illustration            why ask            how are you

when symptoms proliferate            I begin
again surface matters            at your own risk

o chronicler            expose an uncle’s crush
on godliness            you’re always right            at home