Clinging

Feeble, old, clinging bodies
Restless mindsets
Still point north as if to
Blow the stars away.
Still feign east as if
To burn up a new day.
As if a fire is enough to pass
Tomorrow’s absence point.
Wringing rotten corners of
Hearts that didn’t stay.
Still we’re lost without direction and
Surrender every cause.
It’s the only holding on enough
For fear that ever was.

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