Facing North

I collected everything the past owed me,
And I only had enough to buy a casual future,
I had dreams and visions and gods that showed me,
Where the market void and the breeding city sex were,
But now I feel so cynical about being cynical, Although I have seen pettiness
and spite soil the holy ghost,
But retribution and bloodlust are identical,
The truth is wine to a lie like a drunk who likes to boast.
Well now I live on food and I dream on flowers,
And the sky is no limit to a flightless bird,
And the honey’s still sweet when the milk of paradise sours,
With my innocence ruptured; print bleeds a virgin word,
And the healing is mending my flesh to new life, And the world of events has
started dreaming again,
I’ve weathered the eclipse and savored the knife, And I’ve found the bone of
the Earth under this fragile skin.
Now I’m heading south; facing north and all that I’ve lost, Is once again lost
in all that I’ve gained, Desire and misery have split the cost, But I’m losing
touch with every feeling I feigned,
And I’m finding myself by not looking so hard,
And I’ll drop a trail of light when I follow the dark, And now destiny has
dealt me a wild card.