Oceanic Metaphor

There are no chances left,

To give to the emptiness within yourself.

There isn’t any other place,

 

Here, here honey

This is where you must stay

Where you must stay

To find what you think to seek

To unearth with this fluttering

And fleeting, going about as an

Unanchored sails.

 

And you know what happens to vagabonds don’t you,

You saw didn’t you,

The broken masts

And the rusting hulls

And you know what happens when iron starts to eat itself

Don’t you.

 

The particles of blood clotting in its veins

The clogged portals of passage

The claustrophobia of body within

An impulsion to peel off your skin

A desire to die from within.

 

You know what happens don’t you,

Don’t you, when the iron starts to eat itself.

Do not be the ouroboros you write about

That strangles itself with the end of its tail

Do not be the noose around your neck.

Because there are no chances left,

To give to the emptiness within yourself.