"Ship of Foods"

a gurgling prior to dawn
story
so long without this
of a pallid mask
balm
our singular tag foists on all
rain raining down
and its long
i can only catch sounds from
slow unfurl
which is good for my dark also
into thousandfold ways of grokking
soil
all still claiming
and burnishing
only a singular way is so
a gray road i soon will prowl