Cartography

What I am thinking ,I check with a poet
An odd elegist about mad cartographer

Who falls to a sweet earth he has been
Successfully mapping the intestines of.

Do I know what I am thinking as a poet
When surrounded by a new heat wave?

I turn my plurality of self upside down
When heat gets you down to intestines.

Am I belly- seeker thinking asleep away
Do not I map the intestines needlessly?

I am thinking ,like this elegist poet here
A poem can go on for ever in intestines.