Pontos cardeais

lights around some smiling faces...
explosions fall upon deaf ears,
while we’re swimming in a sea of shame...
under moons of a lover’s sky...
it’s a complex fashion for a simple man,
but here is no hell like the wise men’s hell...
here is no god like the weak ones god...
here’s no hell for me...
prayers break the sky in fragments,
but our sky wraps seas around...
I haven’t read the wise men’s books,
but I know how deep your are in me...
and you will always be...
in me...
just follow my cardinal points...
Golden Apes