Syllables swill the dregs From altitude's spitfire Fast turnaround Assembles the word And belief follows Frothy faith is a tongue At the tip of an ouroboros Inspired to stay until It's wrapped around itself Leaves won't leave Until the signal bell Starts the autumn fire And their return Defies cycles To spring early And more often Than a given season's whim Memory stirs the smoke And makes room for Ten by ten surety Bonded equilibrium Ensures original quality At pixelated edges