some look for a rock
something to cling to in a storm
some seek some fresh air
to blow open a new door
some require fire
a blaze beneath the feet
others wait for rain
to grow some fucking seeds
maybe i just want some metal
sharp and smooth and cold
to warm and wear and bend
fitting the mold of my long gone compass
show me the way for once, again
again the warm
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