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The Compass Points
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the deadlock of design
Paled with the hollow leads that break you
Missed opportunities forsake the branches that hover over your crypt
Sail into the wind young spirit
Make the while unduly mild
Specious, only unto a flit of a whisper
I lean into this place
In the grass
Where only flowers grow
Cast a presence on my shoulder
Tell me the wisdom of the skies where you linger
Cause slowly a short halo drum
Speak wild where your feet never tread
I’ll claim a channel on your airways
I speak volumes of our times tethered
Tell God I once withered
I’ll be there soon to greet you
In the electric hive that is a human sea,
I am alone in three dimensions
In this intractable electric shadow
On a liquid crystal screen,
I am alone in two dimensions
When I have no words
For the pain of your loss,
Only my heart opening its bruised hands,
Palms raised to catch you,
To hold whatever,
In the singularity of this moment,
You cannot,
I am rendered down
To a single dimension,
And yet,
Am there with you
Though miles of elliptical curvature
Separate us,
I am here,
I am there,
Alone with you
In the quiet of four o’clock,
I keep watch.
Sleep’s seductive shadow
makes finger puppets on the walls
I’ve built, just outside my skin.
My grief is sharpest here,
bringing blood to the surface
to bruise in fist-sized indentations,
I see swirling galaxies of plum
and crimson.
It’s almost beautiful.
It hurts and It hurts again,
every time I touch it.
I read your words over and over,
the balm I keep applying
to ease the tremendous ache
of living beyond my roots.
I make poultice of the air
between my empty arms
and the sustenance you offer up
with your visitant embrace
Wide open to your absence,
As the empty barrels in a half-loaded revolver
They dressed you in a hippie shawl
(Jesus fuck) even flowers in your hair,
Turned on, tuned in, dropped out
Into dream of desolate streets Millennium
Whored myself to your eulogy
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
Just wanted to shake you awake and slap you
Sing you the latest Morrissey song
Was the rope your final joke
As you just hated hanging around
Cavernous low
Come speak to me in the deadlock of design
Paled with the hollow leads that break you
Missed opportunities forsake the branches that hover over your crypt
Sail into the wind young spirit
Make the while unduly mild
Specious, only unto a flit of a whisper
I lean into this place
In the grass
Where only flowers grow
Cast a presence on my shoulder
Tell me the wisdom of the skies where you linger
Cause slowly a short halo drum
Speak wild where your feet never tread
I’ll claim a channel on your airways
I speak volumes of our times tethered
Tell God I once withered
I’ll be there soon to greet you
In the electric hive that is a human sea,
I am alone in three dimensions
In this intractable electric shadow
On a liquid crystal screen,
I am alone in two dimensions
When I have no words
For the pain of your loss,
Only my heart opening its bruised hands,
Palms raised to catch you,
To hold whatever,
In the singularity of this moment,
You cannot,
I am rendered down
To a single dimension,
And yet,
Am there with you
Though miles of elliptical curvature
Separate us,
I am here,
I am there,
Alone with you
In the quiet of four o’clock,
I keep watch.
Sleep’s seductive shadow
makes finger puppets on the walls
I’ve built, just outside my skin.
My grief is sharpest here,
bringing blood to the surface
to bruise in fist-sized indentations,
I see swirling galaxies of plum
and crimson.
It’s almost beautiful.
It hurts and It hurts again,
every time I touch it.
I read your words over and over,
the balm I keep applying
to ease the tremendous ache
of living beyond my roots.
I make poultice of the air
between my empty arms
and the sustenance you offer up
with your visitant embrace
Published 17th Jan 2023
Author's Note
It was my absolute pleasure to work with Strangeways_Rob, DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental), and Everavalon (Ever Avalon) to create this piece. We each contributed to the poem, each being responsible for their own arrangement. It is my sincerest hope that you enjoy the read, and that you find resonance here 💖
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17th Jan 2023 1:17am
It was such a good experience writing with the 3 of you on this project, I couldn't have asked for a more fun experience writing and a more excellent result of our collaborative efforts. You're all wonderful writers. 💖🙏🏻
17th Jan 2023 2:03am
Beautifully designed. Working with such talented writers was a humbling experience. Great collaboration!! Thanks for including me
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17th Jan 2023 11:53am
Dear Everyone!
I’m impressed beyond words. It can be challenging to write cohesively alone but to write something so seamlessly as a group is outstanding. Not surprising given the talent in this group of writers. Congratulations to one and all for creating such a beautiful story through poetry.
H🌷
I’m impressed beyond words. It can be challenging to write cohesively alone but to write something so seamlessly as a group is outstanding. Not surprising given the talent in this group of writers. Congratulations to one and all for creating such a beautiful story through poetry.
H🌷
17th Jan 2023 1:13pm
Becoming an old hand at these collabs. Lol. And to be totally candid, they really do foster community spirit. It helps when you get to scribble alongside eclectic and talented voices.
17th Jan 2023 10:55pm
As I said when read on Daniel's page, a touching moving song well sung.
Nice collaboration all of you!
Nice collaboration all of you!
18th Jan 2023 1:47pm
This kinda feels like group therapy, reads like it as well. Where there is a shared grief and a cohesive exploration of loss. The imagery perfectly portraying finality but also a sense of longing, incompleteness and unity. This is just beautiful and painful.
Thank you for getting together and giving us such great poetry.
Love
NuBorn
Thank you for getting together and giving us such great poetry.
Love
NuBorn
19th Jan 2023 3:34am
This collaboration is very well done. So cohesive. Like i said to Daniel, it doesn't matter who wrote what. The total is what is important. And there are no weak points in this. I commend your ability to blend your talent with talent.
It is art in handfuls.
Well done.
It is art in handfuls.
Well done.
28th Jan 2023 2:58pm
Amazing work, all of you, putting great minds and great talented writers brings about a true synergetic congruence. It's so interesting that everyone brings their unique styles from different corners. It follows the concept of the Exquisite Corpse, and I must say it's flows so naturally.
Standing ovation to you all.
Standing ovation to you all.
5th Mar 2023 1:21pm
Suddenly you find yourself
Wide open to your absence
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
I lean into this place
In the grass
Where only flowers grow
I am alone in three dimensions
In the quiet of four o’clock
Alone with you
I see swirling galaxies of plum
and crimson.
I read your words over and over
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
enjoying the essence of your p0eming
a warm smile
silent lotus
`
Wide open to your absence
‘memories will remain in the grass and rain,'
I lean into this place
In the grass
Where only flowers grow
I am alone in three dimensions
In the quiet of four o’clock
Alone with you
I see swirling galaxies of plum
and crimson.
I read your words over and over
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
enjoying the essence of your p0eming
a warm smile
silent lotus
`
