Your skin is a map of your skin

Your skin is a map of your skin,

Your eyes a map of the space around you.

Your mind, the cascade of colors that stream through the space around you.

Inside, time and space lie separated

Like children at odds,

Or lovers in spats,

Willing to merge but held apart by

Chance and careful planning.

Trace a finger across your surface area,

Along the contours of your contour map,

Across the radiances and through the field

Of infinite wavelengths

That forms and holds your form.

There, on the tip of your lip,

Bridging time and space,

Physical and ethereal,

Psychic and Psyche,

The beginnings of a smile.