A Line of Two

Choose a choice between now and the present,

that a life kills your own while deciding when

and how to make Fate in love with you.

Clotho, my eternal line of defence

all of my being depends on your yarn

that stumbles upon the line of that twine,

give me a clue where it end to begin,

and start me an ending.

Swear I to be,

where does my heart cuts out, oh you

ugly head of love, so please my Atropos;

Lets cut a deal when you make a living hell

of cutting it close,

as someone to wrap me in spindle my eternal

fiddler.

Three muses,

my friends,

my foe,

the lover of Elysian fields of old,

Make me love your symbolism

as the day folds into my own

Euphism.