COMPASS HOME TO THE UTMOST

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i

I’ve walked to sleep through
Velvet green, with only
An instinct to guide me home
I’ve been the better part
Of a biological simulation
An erotic country of desire
I’ve dreamed across youth
On the brief threshold of experience

ii

For a vacancy drenched in sunlight
And a heart spent wholly in solitude
I’ve hungered for a music
I never heard, and for ideals
That could not exist in this world

iii

I’ve tread water for pure transitions
To accompany my soul to her
Speed of light, to the ultimate
Expression of who I was:
A lack of satiety on the brisk Spring’s edge
A taster in the honeycomb of Summer

iv

I’ve held my own hand in destiny
All things are words of some strange tongue
And each symbol a fading picture
In my mind, all culture a gibberish
Of socialization, how obscure, bizarre
That I should know myself a diviner thing
And feel compassion for the history of the world.

2 thoughts on “COMPASS HOME TO THE UTMOST

  1. I’m not sure I fully understand this poem, and yet at the same time your language is so beautiful that I can almost taste the words on my tongue. Does that even make sense? 😉 Regardless, beautiful work as always, Wuji.

    • Yes my poems are not to be understood entirely with the rational mind. I sure as heck don’t write them from there, I loved what you said about tasting the language.

      Thank you so much Topaz!

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