The Sway

though my blood
hides            and  i
shiver like      a chick
in the breeze      i
press on with
the search
fading in and out
elemental batterings
sloth    me      down
ultimately i am
just a castle of      
thirsty bones
overlaid by     a parasitic
            garden of flesh
limp-striving upon
an untamable gusty sea
but           trusting
by faith
his presence holds
my fragile fluff in
a gentle but dependable
palm