Compasses

Only memorizing the pages I have left

Feeling through your thoughts

Some are easier left for quiet hours

Helplessly considering all latter options before the spill

Maybe once you are sure of yourself

You can start talking again

Freedom achieved in a war uncalculatable

From their birth you take them away

Serving the ruse

Major constructs

Fleeting abilities swarming in the dust

You can measure all that sows in needles

Kits borrowed, strings loosely attached

Where in every mercy clings tightly

Motivations all ideal

Senses moving through imaginary compasses