A carbon birth of miniscule size
Poverty\'s dearth, a window pressurize
Sarasvati growing, Prometheus too
Embers glowing, a box too tight for you
Ejected from the nest under a new moon
A crown of thorns, no rest in a hewn cocoon
Oroboros crawl, your St Christopher you wear
With Elli\'s shawl you\'ve come full circle in despair
In the tides of sand Lilth\'s time drifts away
Tears rust a golden band, shattered incubus of clay