Signifying nothing

 So many centers So many lights                                                   Where do you think you are? Where do you think you should be? We used to unfold maps                                                        Crease by crease And there we were At the heart                              Of the Continent Folding them back                                         Was impossible Never right                   ...

 There are a lot of different options being considered No, that doesn't have  I will stand my ground no matter what I am more hopeful than worried There are solutions that we don't even know they exist Maxine Kumin died She of the plane with her mother holding a package Died Dies Died Simple letter She dies and it is still this year It is still this shit It is still this same A package, you hold as the plane dives And suddenly                 Suddenly Survies