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"Dead Star Compass" 


When you’ve lost 
your entire world 
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.

we fought 
on the front lines.

the Normals said 
we were on a suicide mission;
not so, more like we joined
to feel something, 
Human.

even 
if it was 
through
the fire of 
others' pain.

those who thought 
they weren’t lost,
had just lost their world, 
without warning -
or so they thought, 

in the blinding pitch
of those ignoble
and damaged 
war torn dark night
dire days.

crying tears 
of blood 
for the loss 
of their abducted 
innocent children

let's not forget, 
the petrified childhoods
they’d lost themselves,
without mercy,
to the unjustified unjust.

there was a place for 
displaced perspective.

how shall I put it?

there came to those, 
who were 
poetically 
disassociating, 
in that terrible time,

the chronicles 
of those long strung out 
lost wasted days -
a unique 
frame of reference 

some might say, 

an intuitive inner voice
commanding ghosts,
those surviving discards 
covered in visible
and invisible bruises,

a strange need 
to put on the armour of 
an oddly solitary, 
idiosyncratic, and
quite unexpected - 

spiritual union? 

Inside what remained
of the human heart,
the magnetised poles
like a compass spinning
revolutionary,

unexplained and fast -

hypnotised us, 
the tainted discards,
supernaturally North,
towards that which 
was long considered

a lost,
dead star.                    

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)

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