THE SNAKE’S TALE

There’s no way to the far away

There’s no here

here

 

Closing in I pass through my self

The distance veers

The where I began from

 

gaps

 

The present

stands

wind-strewn

 

The sky bruises

easily

When no words come

 

I wait…

Enthralled

This

 

precedes

that

What was before

 

eludes me

The shifting currents,

the ever present,

 

it’s language that beguiles,

it’s mist

that catches light

 

“Delight!” in that

I mean to say. The naming places me

Its absence draws me

 

on

 

 

 

 

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