Inner Mind Mapping - Shakespeare's Monkeys

Inner Mind Mapping

Would a compass lie in honorary state
of a mind bogged down directionless?
North and South oppositely freeze routine
paths; bi-polarized where molecules slow
down absolutely in good time taking a frigid
second snow-shoed into the pass of an alpine
memory. Stuck a bit reluctantly until the glacial
meter maid tickets first then tows chill pointers
fiord shriven. Ingraining the bed of snow blindness
so my inner quest point relies heavily on storm-bound
intuition. Lost in the cape of good hope and bound to
a winter's cold snarl. Good things middle charts when
shivering in blind tents where the lantern of mystery casts
a yellow pallor, but I care to know where my destinations
become reality not thoughts frozen on the skating ponds
of an old B&W Christmas movie. I can't see the moon
because these weary stars never understood about individual
self infidelity (except their own when given a sad opportunity)
and they shone their own way
of course and if they did but fade--do grey jingles really
matter after six personal bells have rung in less light?
I'd tramp mire first and rest awhile where my ideas aren't
icicles snowed in and clad to the cave of expectancy.
And this is before East points in degreed heated promises,
urging peer oriented minds that hot oil ball-bearings,
cracked wheels trundle-tracking knowingly as the young
Western driver runs along a rail-bound ruin. An inner atlas
was ripped away from hemisphere's richness--equator lost
diagrammatically and although ye should beware of dragons
lurking in strange places, this voyage halts in the doldrums
as the last blast of wind whimpers its baby echoes within.
My ship of blanked sails flounders and maps are of no use
when eyes are sunk too deep to read. No clues here, no signs
or portent or presage and the only true edification is that
a nomad cares nothing really and the wrongs of cling passage
were never clearly defined by Maslow (the bastard) and neither did he care
when each map was self-dished out and blank-dulled in mindless,
clueless internal stupor
Inner mind-mapping?
Outer mind snapping!