The North Turn

It's okay not to know;
I've never seen a sky like this before.

The old merely swirls like leaves in maelstroms,
Open to be caught, yet sold
To what no longer moves within us,
The hope that springs from nowhere,
Like the voice that orders murderers to kill.

The human finds what's needed to survive,
But how they find it
Is hidden in the censor or the cup—

It seems like life we leave behind
To make that leap.