True North Lives In

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Lo-Fi Nostalgic Pop Genre

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Fog clings to Artemisia californica leaves Brass hinge sings soft against the cold pier rail Sagebrush breath holds the tide's retreating breath Needle settles where the ferry trails Salty wind writes Latin on my palm Magnetic north remembers every calm Two languages root in the same wet sand One reads the soil, one reads the land True North lives in a pocket close to bone Fog burns off when the angle finds its home Not the pole star, not the satellite Just this beat between the dark and light Eschscholzia californica opens gold Glass face reflects the Bay Bridge cable curve Poppy cups hold the morning's liquid light Degrees align where the tankers serve Salty wind writes Latin on my palm Magnetic north remembers every calm Two languages root in the same wet sand One reads the soil, one reads the land True North lives in a pocket close to bone Fog burns off when the angle finds its home Not the pole star, not the satellite Just this beat between the dark and light Sequoia sempervirens drinks the grey mist Brass lid snaps shut as the fog horn sounds low Redwood roots drink what the sky dismissed Bearing holds where the container ships go True North lives in a pocket close to bone Fog burns

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