Projected truth

Mercator, you useless map!

I told you'd be sued for that

When size matters you're all lies

Africa's ten times that size!

I know that you love Greenland most

You've studied it from coast to coast

But the number (of) polar bears won't rise

If you give land twice the size

I don't care you have best eyes

For drawing features angle-wise

But Equal Earth's the way to go

Low distortion steals the show

By giving everyone due size

You start to give them back their rights

Or so the campaign's story goes

Let's wait and see how it unfolds.

When? Now soon

Torn apart at last
Countries old will go
Bilbao, don't be stuck in past
It's time to go
And drift on mid-Atlantic snow

Like shards of shattered glass they last?
But no, like crumbs of earth they fall
Into the salty sea the mirth of bats
Follows crumbs wallow, try to run
As salty syrup swallows nearly every one

While some split to meet the deep
Even sooner yet some
Decide to disband their grief
And like band of robbers
Stick together with pockets of air

To delay their death each day by one day more
Wonder more and more how these lucky few
Rise against their past and

Frown down instincts lasts in others and 'stead
From a deeper well

Draw the water that puts out hell
And they will drift but reach the other side
Where no cry reaches throne unanswered
Where every pain and fear has its other,

Gentler side.

On your matriculation

Maybe one day you will show yourself

Among bookshelves, thirst for knowledge

In libraries classic, joys of old, in Oxford

Between stones of thought climbing windows

From roofs in gowns in Magdalene frowns

Formal halls by high tables and your weight in gold

Or escape to rivers by canal boats

Unlocked by locks, Surprised by Joy

As you get lost wandering by canal path

On skateboard

The thrush and flush of first real love

By Christ Church meadows, ducks and water

Always deeper and deeper in baptismal love

Maybe you will cry as you hear

On morning of May the pain of beauty

Revealed in voices, and never explain

What you felt that morning on North Parade.

Meet Him by Gatehouse, and North Gate

Then show up at KEEN and First Aid

And find friends willing to share tute sheets

And debate late at night thoughts

About the existence of God

As cold chills of Moon-wind reveal

The ecstatic fear of nothing-something

Caressing your real imagined world of Second Quad.

Maybe you will find a ghost of me walk by a book shelf.

Maybe in you I will find my younger self.