THIS darkness splinterd my light, <br />leaving my muscle and bone sore <br />to the touch, but alive, still your <br />beatifull shadow breaks my fall. <br />THIS wretched trap squeezes my <br />wrist, and in its place, plastic <br />handcuffs, still your shadow breaks <br />my fall. <br /> <br />then i fall into a trance, like a untidy <br />ghost, and fold myself into a map, <br />this map, , , , , , me.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-map-me/