I Occupy [CTPWC]

Written at a very dark time in my life. I'm much better now!

Small isolation-
occupying an intersection
of longitude and latitude.
I'm pierced by degrees.

There's no X
that marks my spot.
No treasure,
no pleasure,
no fountain of youth,
nor mountain of truth.

I'm found on no one's map.
No path to my place,
no monument to my face.
A path now gone
without a trace.

How many miles to where I'm lost?
Will I find, or be found?
Do I remain because I occupy?
Can I live and yet still die?

I occupy, I occupy, I occupy,
I occupy, I occupy, I occupy,
until granite marks the spot,
I occupy.