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