Years I have dwelt Under earth Tread over head Magnetic anomaly Compass bearing bend
Nights I have glowed Channelling fury Fire of echoes Into soft light For lantern show
Days I have lain Wounded in pain Watching seasons stroll by Blossoms, fruit and leaves Butterly arms surround To soften, to sleep
Till axis shifts away Leaning toward you I am compass I am moth I am fruit Sleep finds me now Wishing and wanting Dreams evade The breadth of years Laid waste