All my fingertips pricked,

Knuckles tied to butterflies, joints to ravens,
I am dancing.
Some mad arrangement, 
Half waltz, half drawn and quartered;
As hours not sleeping finally yield to a rat-king spiral and return to faith.
A jitterbug pitter patter heart (two swords short),
Beating irregular rhythms behind calcium cage with little open door,
As everpounding nest for fledgling feelings that come and go (to and fro).
Two serpents intertwine, more puzzle than spine,
Yielding, yet again in sync, to sunrise.