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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