This symbol bears a weight."
Said Master, "I see none.
You curl your sickly life
At ghosts harnessed by the sun.

Your skin speaks lies,
I peel the guise
In leathered strips
From your backside.
Textured decay,
Like withered clay
Press fingertips
Through your insides."

Tongue pressed to ground
His wordless yell
To wordless ears
"Discarded shell:
Pity granted by this seal!
Your shepherd yearns
The slaughter's squeal.
Show I, your Master,
No disdain
As I now ask you to explain?"

"The one who keeps me in here
Is the same that keeps you out.
The sea goes to the swimmers,
The seal, for the devout.

The air here is too frenzied;
Whirling breath, I suffocate.
The sky engulfs your shores
And hence cannot relate.

The boundary's drawn
On horizon.
You stumble on
Your boorish line.
Within the waves
With spermal sway
Hand's length from
The Divine."