No problem for the unhumped
My humps explain
My difficulties getting through
***
The hump I carry for each sin
The hump I profit for my avarice
The humps grown in disloyalties
***
Lick the end of Clotho's thread with a forked tongue
Still creates a taper for threading her spindle
While Lachesis salivates
***
The eye of the needle accommodates
But only so far as Atropos' decision
And my fate matures
***
The shape of destiny is a landscape
Of humps on the horizon in stark relief
To the sunset we all ride off into, through contracting needles' eyes
***
Iris-out and fade-to-black
There's always room for fluid hope
When leaving the humps behind
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Mathew 19:23-24