Snakeskin Does it pain for mammals I wonder When they molt for a healthier plumage. There must be joy at the end of this misery And that certainty is not favored perhaps By the angels for now. Must I writhe then In total anguish void of any restraint, Screech at the heavens and cry Till every complacent cell, every vain vein, My very skin sooty with egotism clouding All my senses including the sixth is plain again!? Go on! Shard this snakeskin off me And like the Fool, the 0 numbered tarot card Make me stupid and brave at the same time To embark on journey with my eyes fixed On the heavens, lost in positivity That I do not notice my left feet Taking its next step at the edge of a cliff... Take me somewhere!
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 17:19:19 +0000
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