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