A Goode Homolosine Projection Coordinates have become useful now, There are sections of the room I can breathe into, and look out at, I lift half a curtain to open half a window, Dark curves fill the hardwood floor. We remain illuminated, but your world And arrangements are hidden, You seem to be dancing, and I am jealous, The title of my book is lost to you, I hold hands out and seem to be praying. Ben Nardolilli