Penalty Scope

Bailing out into clutches

of a glossy ice queen.

The stormy namaste,

and we must stay.

.

To follow a prophet

sliding into home

the lead is all streams

and a pocket of dust.

.

You reach there frantic

conveyor of the one day

eye scope reassurance,

the tasted openness

droops in structure

.

The penalty scope flies

like a sword in the sky.