Navigating The Genuine Article

Maps are marked harshly, as heads are emptied gladly
Pin points of a micro-climate; a few spinning globes
amongst an existence weaved and rejected
History is drawn with fine, blended pencil strokes
A technique that brings a photographic quality
A snap shot of the intricate detail, framed in the past
Each one unique and wanting; trying and so very vain
Everyone tries - in some small, cataclysmic way - to breathe
Often an after-thought on their way home; checking out
Some are numb and void with the effort of grasping
Others carry a die-cast torch with guilded, virulent flame
through wayward streets of rediscovered places
Shifts of new mountains emerge from the cracked crust
of unknown, simmering dangers; shockingly repeated
Retrospect with new packaging; new life
Twenty percent extra... free
If you'll just bring out your dead, to trade it's overused corpse
in alleyways of little worth and promises in kind
Reality will NOT be an illusion.

~Copyright Charlotte Sometimes aka SRWB