The Boat Needs Caulking

The boat needs caulking All hast gone and I am behind the road, It ends with no footing onwards and backwards, The familiar faces retreated in the dark, The esurient sky of Self-centered groove. The boat is broken and tossing on the edge to sink, here and there over the vessel the holes, passing the blue drops to drown the cockpit, The toy needs Temper to make it a little strong to float, The sun is falling with the calling of drakes On the azimuthal darkness. The light from the eyes is subdued and the voice in inaudible incantation beckons the The shore beyond.