It grows on you
Weary of the chase
With every wind one sets sail
Dig deep in the well 
Of grave misfortune
Nimble footed out in the field
Lured out of sight, between blade and stem
Far from the beaten path
Snake like cracked skin 
Feigns unslaked lusts
Neither snake nor swine
Shaded eyes as slick as ice 
On one word 
It came out of the blue.