The Compass

I close my eyes, take a deep breath,

Lines and directions come forward;

In my soul is a compass.

Designing and forming  structures of fate,

Circumfrence and diameter perfecty alligned;

Equations and proportions are endless.

I’m building lifetimes.

I am present, on a thousands points of light.

The compass spins, so does my vision.

Let the parchment be your guide, maped to PI;

I sail across the torential sea, oh nocturna!

Rigid and cold the waves ride high,

Onward I travel under the cosmic sky.

A million miles rewind and press on.

The compass breaks the dawn of life.

I’m a figment of my own mind.

A thought, a sentiment, an emotion, a distant cry.

A circle in time.

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