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Longitude
and latitude are the pillows of my solitude
I rest my head to the north or south
Open my mouth east and west
String my arms like arrows across my chest
Which direction to test, if I wake from this rest?
I
say a blessing for your soul
Pin the award of chance and pay the toll
Hugged by the trees in this fantasy
Shh... don't wake me please...
Gravestones echo the breath of death
Not yet, I have another turn left!
Transfer
along tracks of defiance
New platforms bridge an alliance
Tunnels block the light that may scare
Which end of the stub will your ticket bare?
Does
my compass work on this earth?
Or will I return as another birth
The needle stuck in my skin
Push in the fluid for another magnetic spin
Sundials
turn the hours of my smile
Open fields to run a marathon of trials
Branches nest as nature's church wall
Leaves shed as pages to open hands ready to catch them all
Maps
of rotation all point to a nation of imitation
Close the door or get off at the next station
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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