Calibrate Your Compass

A man’s own measure rests within his hold,
Through real instrument that one cannot control,
But will control to calibrate,
In search for Truth, which is withhold,
By standing static without a move,
Handheld and directing to what is True.
Calibrate Your Compass to what is Not,
To know your Measure, what was once forgot,
In line with Logic, to know True North.