The Map & the Sun

I am eating my sadness,
  loose in my gut, like a tumbleweed...
empty, and hungry in need.

Distrust liquifies, down my reef, smears along my body, down my legs,
  and into the mulch

as if there were an intelligence to it.

  Empathy, heavy with heiress.
Duress, as light as a feather, pumping anxiety's breath.

Wanderer, and unbound, I walk the highway,
  Map my Route, like a textured pavement and heated tune.

Captured, in pressures of heat, The sun is a long road ahead.

 The Mind,
   is a map.