He drew the world not as it is—

but as it might be travelled.

Lines stretched taut like tendons

across the muscle of oceans;

longitudes obedient,

latitudes arranged in tempered rows.

The poles swelled with false importance,

the equator shrank to a whisper.

Yet in distortion, there was clarity—

a map not of truth, but of purpose.

And isn’t that th...

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