You agonize the narrow
I must leave you there
To tenderize the pharaoh
Layer lush and ample fabric bare
Share the weight of marrow
Several stones to spare in tow
Though one good strike, straight as arrow
Between the breast would **** the sparrow

Recognize the symbols
Mind maneuvers nice and nimble
Cracking fingers thumping chest
Lay them down to rest in thimbles
Grasping straws like thorns in thistles
Language lingers, yearns to click
Waiting for a whistle
Brain is Pavlov, oilslick
Alchemizing maladies
To blunt the morning pistol

Bathe in shattered pools of thought
Meddling in silence
Betwixt a tug and vice grip
Stands the one who shapes with violence
Defend the winding gauntlet
Soothed by gentle guidance
Send the snare in riveting
For snakes who break from Camelot
And those who sleep with science