North                                                        
                                                                                
I drink from my ale of boredom                                                  
Flashing images through my pen                                                  
Distant sounds of chaos                                                         
Flood the sea of oil                                                      
                                                                                
Wind Trembles the Aspens                                                        
Like the neurons in my void                                                     
Socialites mingle like                                                          
A cheap bottle of liquor                                                       
                                                                                
Particles of angels float                                                       
Through an array of lights                                                      
Each reflecting a dimension                                                     
Of pure energy                                                                  
                                                                                
A morning dew sits to ponder                                                    
The intricacies of life                                                         
Through its looking glass                                                       
Of symmetrical formation

Anticipation to drink from                                                      
The next cup of tea                                                             
Like an aurora lost at sea                                                      
I look for north.