The Snailing

The Snailling:

Believe me child,
  Take heed.  The reciprocity is a callous, ferocious thing.
Life,
    She inhales, and impales, all while bringing breath to thee.

I am a snail, in the morn, when all is sound, and there had been
  So much time, for
                                      Myself.

Now, I am the retribution, of a fierce-hold's intent,
   Falling apart a navigated line,
Balancing one side at a time,
  As Foot occupation's walk,

Had become the tale of me-
Brave and futile.

Snailing,
   Tiny creature now as fragile as me,
How can I cover you, while my morning fades into another day?

My time is wearing thin, and soon the sun, in all it's wholeness,
Shall seek to gobble thee up.

Weary, tiny
  Seat of my soul,
I know
    Nothing  to console you
Of this life.

If ye feast on star berries,
Then your life has been blessed,
  And we have known here,
Patches and field's
of this wonderful bitterness.

A Dune field
And a bluff of mild lore
A song down of Canterbury too
 Our life has been a blessed one,
Lil' Snailing, it's been in the love of two.