Compassless

Revelations through realizations of what I could never see once stood right here

An empty gaze into a past, not so distant from looking down the barrel of my own loaded gun

A hand reaching out in the form of a quiet gaze
Memorize my fingerprints

Cast your hollow head out to sea letting the heart command the sails 

Nothing in the atlas has prepared me for this

Falling farther and farther down my spine, 
we are compassless.
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