THIS darkness splinterd my light,
leaving my muscle and bone sore
to the touch, but alive, still your
beatifull shadow breaks my fall.
THIS wretched trap squeezes my
wrist, and in its place, plastic
handcuffs, still your shadow breaks
my fall.

then i fall into a trance, like a untidy
ghost, and fold myself into a map,
this map, , , , , , me.

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-map-me/