Map Makers

Upon the Earth, three figures stand, each with guiding tool in hand.

The first of three makes reference to a science true to thee. Calls themselves Cartographer

and reveals to you a Compass on the drawing board, "to sketch the truth, you see."

First of three, recounts how long their ship sailed the coasts of Lands Unseen,

Just so they could spend their time drawing its edges perfectly.

The Cartographer points at a section on his page, stating "This is where We are," matter of fact-ily.

The succeeding only has an Empty Page, but knows just what to do -

borrows the map, layers the blank upon it and traces the underneath.

When the Tracer's finished tracing - their page of mimicry - says to themself "Now this is where I be,"

and hands to you, a blank your own, to trace your home: identicality.

The third starts empty handed, but urges you to follow, says "Let's see what we can find..."

We cross roads and greens and creeks and streams - They calls themself "Alive."

And with the world they share this term, to winds and stars alike.

You ask what tool has got them through, they say "The one inside,

the one that traverses blockages and follows flows the same,

the one that lives between the lines, and sews them into planes,

the one that brings all things to bear the haunting weight of life,

the one that loves and sorrows,

the one in you and I."