you will not speak
your doubt to my face,
yet it is I who am the snake?
coiling only to bite
and never for warmth,
as you sleep
i creep, and wrap myself
around your arm.
you react in fear
and I am forced
to hold on for life.
I grasp, nontoxic
fangs inject nothing.
assuming only the worst,
in your fear of death
you break my neck
only now can you see
mine is a harmless
color scheme.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
spiritual evolution
Seeking a noble constitution
within this institution, I wait
for focal emergence
yet the lens diverges, concave.
Can I realign the eye
or the strands of nucleotides,
and maintain pace with
evolution's strides?
Reintegrate through the mind
detritus, use the sand of time
in an elevated fashion, recombine.
within this institution, I wait
for focal emergence
yet the lens diverges, concave.
Can I realign the eye
or the strands of nucleotides,
and maintain pace with
evolution's strides?
Reintegrate through the mind
detritus, use the sand of time
in an elevated fashion, recombine.
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