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Compass


Mussels cluster on black rocks like magnetic shavings

God my compass
with many centers and no circumference
I am lost

in you since I relinquished
sex my pole star

the long, red needle-beaks pry
the black shells open

to thrill flesh, but you are love
without proof or precedent, therefore

Love, Augustine

                                    Down here!
love is usage.