Good Morning, Compass

Do you not love this child here
Who longs to have you point to there?
Toward a blade of grass
Where there is sunny solitude.

What creatures are there to grab her feet?
To take her to the wandering deep.

But the strength to fight them
That’s the wonderful thing—
The calmest ocean,
The brightest beam,
Compass, can you find me?

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