Oh, the Directions
Oh, the directions
My god..
South in the mind, the ripping
How it tears us all to pieces
Then just as fast, a smiling child
Clutching onto a skirt
North, the stretch of asphalt
That disappears never
And can crash into the ocean
Then thread itself together again
To bridge the awful trench
Between the two—
is Here
Where these watchtowers look down
With eyes of stone and eyes of light
Threatening, daring the soul to take a step
Then reaching out its soft hand like a grandmother
To hoist the life from its knees
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2021
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