a cartograper makes maps.
a cartographer surveys.
making maps makes sense.
it's knowing
every pebble row
odd corner
under overpass
that is worthless.
that is because
roads dry up
rivers dead-end
railways get recycled.
the crow flies
shortest distance
A to B.
make me
make me make a map -
make a map that makes any sense.
i must make way
outta this.
this here
incessant spiral -
this last dip -
the ever loving
deepest.
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