The Lost Boy

for Tiziano Fratus

Somewhere inside the yellowing maps of your heart is a boy: he is a compass of patience: masked: like some Dumas character: speechless to a silent chamber: he calculates the latitudes: runs a finger along the coast of a continent: he wants to see: he wants to taste: he is humming a tune of the Sahara: beige desolation on a colored map: if he could break the lock of his box: he would go out running into the geography: he would send letters: wish you were here: exotic postmarks: strange faces and looks from foreign stamps: catch me if you can: scrawled out like someone sitting on a train: the motion making the cursive a little more elliptical: deep along the Tropic of a Graspless God

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