Language of Dominion
Perhaps those maps are beautiful, too.
Vibrant cities growing inside you.
What do we dare call
progress? This advancement.
My brother drew boats and planes and
faces with deep set eyes on the old blueprints.
Foundations, property lines, numbers
landing under his sketches,
in the language of dominion.
The only imperative is to build.
Push and work and repeat.
Eat when you’re hungry.
And drink. Just don’t shrink.
There’s no time to be still.
Expand into what little space you have.

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