True North

On everything we digest

The dark page primordial, the cold taste of 

teen heartache, the last rush of summer

It all pauses into matter

Even ghostly Dharma has its sly obligation

Stirring elements into darkness; fire in a fisher's sea

Loyal nautical spirits, spinning in muddled bath 

Churning our aspersions into a universe and 

riddles made of God mass

We talk of great distance, we look into  

craved murk and abyss

We taste our life sardonically  

And faces turn empirical

Limbs stride by inches and shackle  

Minds sleep over city clamor and

Engines turn the clouds to coal

Stars welcome the eminent uncertainty and

Shoulder to shoulder, in madness we sleep;

Or not

At dawn our temptations burrow into our inner lobes

And the answers arrive with a grin

We are frantic fevers spread from lips to lungs

We are pools of confusion that drown us all

From young id to endless paraxial    

From old tapestries to the black dyed haired priest deep 

in monetary prayer                   

Growing a leaf of almighty oak

And here the sound makes us ask

It makes us talk of a fool's reality

It makes us true to north, 

Believers

We are not of endless conundrum

Believers 

We are not a darkness rising

We are large, even if 

Obscure 

We are intendancy

Even if amateur

We are alive

Even if in dark waters

Here the lights of day make us children

Asking same after same

How do we belong?

How do we ration? 

What is our worth?

They rattle our cage for nothing 

No other than us

A billion watts in 

All of us

A billion hands scraping gold into time

Here, lice digest the sunrise and moles

Paraquat our lives into salty wisdom 

They break us from our edge 

From living

From warm land 

And when the day is through

They lay us down 

Roll us into tears and carved initial

Here we are fashioned in true north

Our birth claims silent 

Endless, though the charges reviewed

Our God lifted names written with the mangers 

 of Eidolon