Dead center

I sit 

with crossed legs

and empty arms

Atop a compass

that no longer

registers

every direction

silent 

black & white

film burned…

pictures 

cracked & faded…

I hold a knife

and a burned match…

what good is my

heart without 

fire anyway…

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