Map 1.
(i.)
Extend the environment on a mental horizon, a fluctuation of memory embedded in the scene & a configuration of chance abreast with the makeshift reality:
the rational mind hangs like a millsone around the neck as it grinds out the day.
(ii.)
On the periphery the noise of engines establish the controle of borders & their crossings:
in the clouds a bomb explodes on the ocean floor & a Tsunami heaps a debris rubbish tip cascading shards of junk glinting in the sunlight.
Map 2.
(i.)
The road’s continuum in the eye towards an end exists between being towards death & a universe expanding in all directions.
(ii.)
Time is the link of the auditory & visual cortices, a retina which maps a fission, the unseen form of sound & the unheard sound of seeing.
& that eye which evolves but to see the day sometimes glimpses the phosphorescent fossil spark;
& the dykes on the hill buried in their dark, where in solar picture of the sky, selves arise only to die.
Map 3.
(I.)
Small placards, squares of white & black triangles hypotenuse earth & sky
for the hunter’s right of way;
where streams flowed black cable pipe lines run to water turbines that feed the village in the valley:
shots mingle with the revving carburettor of the skidding tracker in the hue.
(ii.)
Animal tracks cover the tracks of our dead, new forest dirt roads carve ways transforming the hillside from a landscape, where the eye cannot escape its shape;
& only touches the fleeting remains, as dust of bones beneath the stones,
where there is no vintage wine under the golden bough that drunken will awaken the myth of bygone yore.
(iii.)
The eye extends its reflected space to glint through the bars of its existence, in repetition of ages past & ages to come, the limits of eternity;
& the voice is a shadow cast from its silence, a resonance that returns to haunt the seeing as a spectre, a phantom caught in the cage of existence.
Map 4.
(i)
Across the plains ancient rocks weave a sculptured dialogue of secrets,
amidst the innumerable tracks of creatures domestic & wild;
& the debris & junk visited by our transit civilization blown there on the wind.
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