THE COMPASS HAS GONE CRAZY

A crossing that hurts

Navigation seriously fucked up

The compass has gone crazy

All of a sudden, the magnets,

all of them,

pointing to some point

absurdly, pointlessly

(No, I know this cannot be the north)

Blue, absent tears

(but they glow like molten iron)

That’s all I get today

(until now, until now)

So I pick my brittlely wish

(please handle with the utmost care)

and let my tired and loving hands

to nest by your temples