Clove Scented Wishes

As the cycle ends my face swallows itself As an epic tome ends, it goes back on the shelf The ouroboros can eat its heart out And the deaf can let out a muted shout Falling star boomerang is coming back around Feet headed west, but heart is homeward bound Karma is a dish that's best served cold Vengeance is a woman you can never hold Thorn in my side like a woodpecker's beak I pick up my cross; tongue in my turned cheek I bow at the altar while I beat my chest And I'm praying for guidance on my quest