The Astrolabe

Perfection is a story

Etched in my skin

Where the universe gets mapped

The moon the sun the North Star

My skin broken in parts

Blood inking the trenched loops

All nerve endings at war

Celebrating art in pain

My epic is perched perfectly

A fable in monochrome

Fate obscured in geometry

An unhinged song of symmetry

I am a lifeline in loop

Measuring exact moments of time

Where dreams were made true

Ambitions will be owned

Heaven rests perfect here

Destiny housed behind me

Creeping up from time to time only to say

Bitch you got this!

It’s got nothing on me

Your dream of my life

Your judgement of my choices

Brushed off crumbs – dust from the past

The true path is here

Protected yet untethered

Inside me

I hold the coordinates

I will go

Where I take me

My sun my moon my North Star

I’m my astrolabe