my figuration, my topography. My map takes the form of the phrase:

I was parts of we. Before I became me. A triad in turn

had the companion experience to keep us as I passed through with her

while we move through a river of time. With elbows up to keep from going under

we swim towards an integrity, a foundation causing ripples of interaction

All the way to the entrance of the public sphere

Where dreams of unrealistic support

Found us in a hall of passageways asking how we got in and how we are going to get out.