Compasspine

(i howl; you cannot hear me)

Your wings span from the east to the west, and I fear you might leave me

when you fly when you go when you depart
when you bid goodbye when you falter whe
n you fall when you dream when you drop w
hen you dash when you wound when you s
mile like a falling star

but I am so powerless to stop you, oh you heartless man with lungs of gold.