the amoral compass

those things you shouldn’t do
which you casually do
the landscape your drive through
the moments you survive through

you can’t claim a stock in shocks
when you build up moral stumbling blocks
in a tower that for a moment holds
and like a bad hand folds

you find yourself in a strange place
your mask become a fallen face
some of it disappears without a trace
and you wonder what else you might erase