Islands

Go now faster onward;
Toward nameless quarry speed.
Perhaps in time you'll tire,
And breathless, wisdom heed.

Today though you are hunting. 
Just like the day before;
Toward ghosts and dancing whispers,
Untranslatable lore.

No shape of flesh or painting,
Nor song of ancient days
Will calm the sea you're sailing,
Or keep the void at bay.

Such horror in that power;
To be truly alone.
Each mask pulled off another
Reveals features our own.
Each actor a reflection,
It seems quite strange, I know;
To run only in circles.
And pay for our own show.