And so the trail brings me again
To the hungry hunting strangers.
Secrets creep like a broken machine
To take their feast on melted flesh.
They lay in beds of dust and croon
Distant devotions of spiritual synergy,
Putting me in a purgatorial trance.
I really feel like a baby buoy ebbing
In little rocking whitecaps, unchained,
Lost at sea where the dolphins dive
And schools of fish swarm and nibble
The prized barnacles from my husk.
All I want to do, for us, is just hush.
A most unusual metaphor,
A most unusual metaphor, presented with your customary skill, every word and every line exactly right!
Starward