A contemporary poem about a compass with no north, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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The compass spins whenever I ask it to be useful. It prefers the pull of a name to the discipline of a pole. I keep it in my pocket, warm and unreliable. At the crossroads, it points towards your silence. I go there—not because it is right, but because it is finally true.
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A minor physical tilt alters every relation around it, exposing the hidden agreements that made the ordinary seem stable.
A surreal & fantastical poem about height, hand, horizon, where attention changes the scale of the ordinary.
A scale error turns the smallest detail into a governing world and the speaker accepts the correction without fixing it.
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