The explorer draws his map <br />and plunges into space. <br />Why should he stumble on <br />at every fresh mishap <br />and draw back in blank surprise <br />as the landscape he has created <br />is revealed before his eyes? <br /> <br />Having nailed his mirror <br />in its place <br />firmly to the wall, <br />why the sudden tremor <br />at the sight of his own face? <br /> <br />Why the sudden terror <br />at the horror of it all?<br /><br />Brian Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-of-darkness-2/
