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The Cartographer

I am poetically prosaic.

Truthfully, I relish in the mundane-

unabashedly neo archaic.


My ancestrally xenogeneic

splicing of evolution to feel pain:

I am poetically prosaic.


Ancient sea glass can form a mosaic

of eroded plastic from a King’s reign-

unabashedly neo archaic.


Likewise, I bring you faux Aramaic

as an intersectional Charlemagne.

I am poetically prosaic.


My psalms are lyrically voltaic

while I sing glory of myself in vain,

unabashedly neo archaic.


My Uranic maps are Ptolemaic,

and though my sea bound ships are unsustained,

I am poetically prosaic;

Unabashedly neo archaic.

 
 
 

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