Scale


Stagnant tendrils of surrender
sleep within a pupil's eye.
Post-haste post returns to sender
resigned to fate; my lullaby.

Solvent streams of liquid gold
forever dreaming lonely dreams.
Amber shine that lures the bold
sleep is all that's left, it seems.

Surreptitious serpent traces,
slow repentance now surrounds,
like Ourobouros self-embraces,
lingering forgotten sounds.