sleep slides down faces in the month of
migration as pledges are played;
spotted rags of blush and blue
promenade past plants with
ocellar orange oars,
ere clinging to
broken strings
before
death
sleep slides down faces in the month of
migration as pledges are played;
spotted rags of blush and blue
promenade past plants with
ocellar orange oars,
ere clinging to
broken strings
before
death
sundry folly 
O-literation is one of my fav things. I enjoyed the trimming of lines like someones final seconds approaching. Nice work!
Thanks!
Truthfully, I think that I use too much alliteration in my poetry; I want to get away from it for a while. 🙂