In a thicketed boyish hideout
my tin compass spins and spins.
Even before there is a problem,
websites throng with solutions.
Pointless to ask questions,
to stand in the woods and wait.
I should just turn the damn thing
to where I want north to be
and let it come round.
Tom Phillips, December 2011
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