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
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