Wednesday, January 25, 2012

serpent self

The scales hug close my wounded self,
and yet the fire burns bright,
within the bloodied reptile heart
which beats in line with hope.
This serpent self is sourced in time,
and ancient, endless brain,
which marks the passage from that place,
where instinct ruled my mind.
Beyond the fork of twisted thoughts,
the tongue of reason reached,
and drew me from my my basest Self;
on shining swords of light.

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