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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.