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Compass points in more than one direction
Lays low its feelings before the landscapes gravity
Magnetism searched below the skin of Earth
Substances you can’t touch or feel or see between the seams
Reveal no secrets or mysteries down in the weight of things
But up above the surface, are aromas for the senses
Fragrances of good and evil roam around the world
Nose points in that > direction
Beyond that is the future
Around the corner are other corners
Future always waits complacently
Corners do not hesitate or move themselves
There are more of them than you can count
A compass is useless in the dark as a companion
But will help you navigate the bend of days
The future is unknowable and unknown
If you must go, go all the way
Take a device that indicates and points directions
One that can sing and dance and play
If you get lost at least you’ll go in style
A compass with a smile will know the way
Created on 1/02/15 for PD’s “First Poem of 2015” Poetry Contest
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