Eye of the Needle

No problem for the unhumped

My humps explain

My difficulties getting through

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The hump I carry for each sin

The hump I profit for my avarice

The humps grown in disloyalties

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Lick the end of Clotho's thread with a forked tongue

Still creates a taper for threading her spindle

While Lachesis salivates

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The eye of the needle accommodates

But only so far as Atropos' decision

And my fate matures

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The shape of destiny is a landscape

Of humps on the horizon in stark relief

To the sunset we all ride off into, through contracting needles' eyes

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Iris-out and fade-to-black

There's always room for fluid hope

When leaving the humps behind