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Snake-Like

you have my heart on a plate, it bleeds thru & thru the page


I have been looking for you, I say, to my heart, for a long


age, only as a mesmerist does, only, as if in a trance, only now


a feast for every dying second, the same heart, same feast, one


and two, and three, the branches of trees snap, the ancient belief


that I can remember every place and every night we burned beneath


somewhere deep in fire's embrace, the laughing face, "share this with


thee too shall I," she the goddess, I invigoratingly writing down names


marking every date, in every way I find that thee has been here, yet


i, i am someplace far, far away, and i, i am, to refuse to recognize the fire's


speech, and i, i won't allow myself this inveterate in-vertebrae, you see


i will move, and slowly, i will speak, and better thou to play with some


other guest of the midnight soiree, than to lead me back to the gate


if thou hast better plans than to kill a dead man, deader than a nail-head.


see the sign on the crossed post, that leadeth to the crossed roads, that


a crooked man walks, to and fro, from the stream and back to the stone


knoweth i nought whom enters here, knoweth i nought whom leaves


knoweth i nought what awaits thee, no, knoweth i nought true love's


tree, no, knoweth i nought, here, all is sacred, all burning trees carry


inscriptions, written in fire, that lead up to the aires, that lift the broken


countenance and sing in fervent choral song, thou hast no right, no


take no pleasure in knowing this, thou hast left me here, madness.

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