within the questfor natural funthere is disguiseda human needso basicit’s in the bloodthe Blood that inspiresthe blood that infectsI’m thinking fondly nowof some imperfect strangerfrolicking in the surfof turning and returningrelentless as theebb and flowof interplanetary tidesbut I’ll stick to the shallowswhere there’s no undertowdragging at my heelsand bleaching my skindeathly white.