The sleep will dither in my eye
Until I slither to water’s rye
Caraway snake a second skin
Peel it off for flavor sins
Allusions met the forger’s mint
Intrusions get to burn my plinth
Basic science’s alchemy lead
Golden morning free from dread
Heat expectation a logger’s roll
Split the wood to find your toll
Fingers ache from writing task
Shoulders hunch to scribbled mask
Straightened back this observer effect
Company pawn is no defect
Kings want bishops hateful Rome
Schisms make peace inside a tome
Roman Ryan 