The Bear's Belt

The Northern star is a wandering light
but useless on this foggy night
adrift at sea with only me

I can only feel the gentle groove
I'm still while the waves do move
You can see the salty tea?

Velvety floor wet with time
a searching tower that tolls no chime
eyes drenched in a self-served atrophy

Pinpoints of light falling through
my soul, piercing me. It's true,
with nowhere to flee.

Did I want to move?