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Thoushaltnot
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Cardinal Directions
I split the atom of one second
Choosing history's lathe
Each word summons now the next
A master to his slave
Countless links
Within some silent chain
And time becomes the sediment that drifts to algae
Divorced from comets' trains
In the East, a reflection
Of the Western sunset
North, South, pole to pole
Turn back in regret
And to the East I might stumble
To the West I would crawl
And if North is the winter
Then South is the fall
And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind
I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find
The future that I missed, a parallel line
Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind
And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim
The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain
The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past
Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same
And magnets spin the compass
In an embryonic flame
Somewhere is the promise
Of an uncharted trail
With seven hundred branching limbs
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And seven hundred ways to fail
To the East, a reflection
Of the new moon in the West
Her timeless watch is quiet
Over tides of her unrest
To the North is the current
Of a man breathing out
Giving birth to the breeze
To be inhaled in the South
And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind
I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find
The future that I missed, a parallel line
Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind
And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim
The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain
The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past
Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same
Same as always
Same as always
And if I had my way, I'd make the clock rewind
I'd live again that moment, though I know I'll never find
The future that I missed, a parallel line
Where the world would be so bright that it could make us all go blind
And if I had my day, there's so much I'd reclaim
The sanctity of motion, the neverending rain
The cardinal directions, all pointing to the past
Where realities converge, and for a moment, we're the same
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