Finding gold
Down these rabbit holes.
Another unturned stone;
A new heartstring to pull.
Tell me the story
Trapped behind those teeth.
And bleed out the grey
From my fingertips.
Dripping down,
Lethargy released.
Reborn cerebellum,
Recalibrated for risk.
Time has made me a fool
But never any older.
And you have this way
Of always staying golden.
The weathered clock smiles
In aging disbelief,
As the hands
Willfully fall & rise again.
