Flesh tares in spiralling shapes,
stained beliefs drop in drips...
Hollow eyes stare out from inside a mirror.
They focus...recognizing this familiar stranger...
You peel away the angled mirrors
until no light is reflected...
Black clouds saturate a murky grey sky,
turning day into night...
Slippery Serpent navigates the cream
Delectable sights unearthed in a dream...
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...
When gold and silver met
-like the sun and the moon...
Whisper delicate hourglass,
sand upon fingers; birch of sway...
This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass...
His fingers plunged
deep inside...
A snake-bitten voile swirls
in murmuring winds, passing on...
Hope seeps like a fallen angel;
Crawling, lurking...