Sacrificial Ritual

All answers want to be given unto you As swiftly as you can illustrate them Point to their essence, serenade them Aboard this passing ship, my view casts not a glare, nor reflection, nor stare, Roaming freely as the Earth through the timeless air My outer shell is my greatest inception Yet as time comes to a crashing halt, The faintest glimpse of the Strange and the Familiar approach together As the rime of my belt A horticulturist’s dream says I The blackened period that wallows alive Deprived, sanctioned and walking the line As our guest is herded out And suddenly the animal turns its other side Now in your stomach I wait Leaving a silent trail of breadcrumbs Leading to the foothills of the gates Who, discovery alluded, hadn’t a face I am after all a sarcastic utterance Which after years fade into the gloaming of dawn, Reveals itself a mutterance undone A muse, a choice, a song A faro stow-away, A shy allurement enclosed in a darker response Building expeditiously my patient getaway car Holding stead readily around the block and clocks fall off their "ATTENTION!" to the approaching sound of someone else's Hum-drumm