compass glass whistlin

sails tight mast aching

seas of waves

a touch within the code

calling you to ground

growth stalk leaf

the animal cant fight

cant write

still whistle tho

skip then gaze

feel hair on the wind

light on the cells

and the streams

in  the last shot

a quantum on break

a rub of english

sight blurred in the south

limbs from the North

heart fast