Modern Poetry: Maps

Fold and open

Open and fold again.

Full of time and direction

I walked into the map.

Walk like an ant

Walking on the edge of an abandoned city

Go straight north.

From south to north.

I'm just a guest in the north.

The train still can't carry a snow coming back from the south.

On the map, the end of the world is a mile away

It's still far away in my dream.

Fold and open

Open and fold again.

footprint

Sketch trajectory

Like a snake across the landscape.

All graffiti is a story.

This is a chaotic time.

Let me be pious in the most ordinary life

this

Although it is a hard journey.

I'm still walking on the road.

Thin and black

After all, the shadow disappeared on the horizon.

Put some ink on the map.

And I absolutely must have Qian Qian.

Accumulate thousands of waters in Qian Shan.

Fold and open

Open and fold again.