This Map Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

it was time
to lay
the thing on something like the floor
..though
some of it had caught in the trees..
in the loft-ladder...had been stretched..suspended....silvery-webbed and opaque in places.....
not cumbersome, though..
....light...bouyant
and threaded with
something akin to songsparks..
....it became clearer, then...that each
had left a piece, a portion of their myth....in my safekeeping....
..I threw away what I could of my guile....a disrobing in deference, perhaps..
.and rolled in it...swam in it......
sang my way through it.....carefully.....being ingested and caressed....
it was time....