I wheel sporadic circles
in my molded, ivy bed
I feel my movement hinders
my fleeing snares of death.
The ivy senses fear and pulse
in my frozen, latent heart
The rope tenses with each curse
and pumps sedatives by the cart
I dream a dream in sepia
as the transient waves pass by
I seem imprisoned in insomnia
And resigned, sleep and sigh.
I feel marble fall from sky
and slide across my ivied bed
I seal the fervent cry
resigning to the sleep I wed
Ah! I shuddered from the crowd
and lived a still recluse
And I fluttered in the web self-wound
of chances shattered loose!