The Snake Memory Dipping Illusions

All of these lines are petty thefts to make a pretty poem:

We live

penultimate lives

Our songs forever


Like sable coils of twisted cord that glisten in the light,

Every breath stretching back to birth,
And on into eternity, and our breath

All mingled together.


So click on them to enjoy them as their true authors intended–you won’t regret it!



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