We attempt to locate the cartographer,
he holds the map to his own
co-ordinates, leave no trace
through the lake.
Bethan says she saw him at a call of crows,
community can not decide how to write this
and so he remains lost.
I heard the sound of him
running past a stream
that wasn't there when the maps were drawn,
and so he remains lost.
We arrange to meet him by the oldest house
but he cut her down to count he rings,
and so he remains lost.
The cartographer hold the map to his own co-ordinates
ripped from the beat of the sun on the pavement,
the horizon line folded into his satchel,
and so we remain lost.
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