Eye of the Needle vs Humps

No problem for the unhumped

My humps explain

My difficulties getting through

The hump I carry for each sin

The hump I profit for my avarice

The humps grown in disloyalties

Lick the end of Clotho's thread with a forked tongue

Still creates a taper for threading her spindle

While Lachesis salivates

The eye of the needle accommodates

But only so far as Atropos' decision

And my fate matures

The shape of destiny is a landscape

Of humps on the horizon in stark relief

To the sunset we all ride off into, through contracting needles' eyes

Iris-out and fade-to-black

There's always room for fluid hope

When leaving the humps behind