Do I believe in elements, what their presence drives, or put my trust in everything on which artifice thrives or maybe split the difference, see both where my eyes fall upon the world I find you in, where you can hear my call? There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew, one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and the other is true.
Science says the magnetic kind, it is found and freed by lines of force from the iron ore that spins beneath our feet.
Geography requires the true kind to hinge on accord of straight-line mappers, boundary keepers, travelers and that sort. There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for
certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew,
one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and
the other is true.
(You know I don't usually rhyme, but one thing inspires to do it this time: the feelings I'm feelin' when we're together, winter through the autumn, whatever the weather. I know that you feel the same about me and you know that my plan's to be about we and I keep it on lock so that we can be free and you hold it down till it's me that you see. I'm the needle on the compass and I used to spin. You used to listen to me talk, I made you laugh and grin, but now I'm navigating straight to you through thick and thin just like a star and I'm'a ride until I see you again. You got me catching the vapors and seeing inner visions, firming up my plans, positioning for decisions, blocking out days on my calendar. That's my mission till it's time to set it off like we was nuclear fission.)
(written while watching Mia and Jonah on Dec. 16th at Prism Cafe;
demoed at home on New Year's Eve with help from Gori Do, GarageBand, an M-Audio
Keystation 61es and a Logitech USB headset)