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Derek Song

Sextant

North where winds blow
as chill as the deepest night.
where vibrato echoes shamelessly
from the seas
to the firmament of Heaven
and back
Games selfish and bitter as a fresh driven snow

East where ancients dwell
souls brandish shrills,
from vibrations of furious banshees
across the highland glens
green as the Amazon
A life force so (alive)
alien to any understanding

South where flowers thrive in arid deserts
caravans of Gold and Salt
crawl from infancy
wings claw at air
to thin and weak to sustain
Ivory tusks, long for its previous place

West where virgin lands lay
drawing the multitudes with siren songs
where hope springs forth
where anarchy once held court
every angle is crossed
every latitude sings
the weight of directions pins
A perfect circle of being

Which ever place you hail
I shall travel and follow your steps