Locus

Geographically
This graphite papyrus marked rush
Brushed with old hieroglyphics
Marks
A trade route
Star strung
Locus in quo
In rapture
Beating like some ancient winged thing
To the sky born
Pockets of air and light
Through the creases of trees
The hands left mute
Dumbstruck
Space climbers beg for stars
Fuel of fury
Marks left untorn
Unmapped
A continent raised on flesh
On blood burnt black
To seed
I go
Vowels from toothless mounds
Gasp and exclaim
Escaping sound like water bubbles
Geographically
Mapped
A solid line of mountains and causeways
Hell bent
Decisive
This collusion
This gap
From heart
Apart
Yet so close
So very close
To the place
It first learnt
To sing