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
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