Formless 2
A dank cavern
Unlit torches on the walls
Some light easier than others
You bring a compass
Drawing you through the inky darkness
You sense little with just yourself
Armed with recognition
of the ground
of yourself
Most compasses grow obsolete
As you find more than they can point you to
Copyright © Cool Kid | Year Posted 2023
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