Names collect moss 
that grows pointing north
I is no cross
on a compass henceforth

directing to smiles
a comment for free
weather talks miles
in the center of "me"

when identity expands 
to the edge of a place
there are no demands
on the everyone face

patterns are jargon
myth is a crust
break through the bargain
as converse we must.

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