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Suppose the North Star is flickering
at the end
of
it’s
wick.
How many men have set out,
machetes in hand
into frontier lands
to push back the darkness
stirred within
by the wonder
of their hearts,
only to become lost?
Then that luminous stain
on night’s curtain
is drawn
and north
finds them.

A five letter word
that beckons all sense of direction
when mixed
with a fireball
light years away
that may
not
even





exist.

So strange to think of how nothing
can save something
when we give it a name.
Strings of ones
flying out of zero.
A mathematical ideal
Owed to the lines we draw
between two points.
Spatial binary
                                                       for the unsuspecting dancer                                                          
­if it could be said that you exist
well here it is
Zero
 one
one
until you fill the ballroom
with wallflowers
then
tw
o



and their bodies finally know how to make the world move.