my healing is my own
like yours, my love
and we are an illusion of light and dark
in the spun reality
of each passing day
where shadow space opens
to length
and cold
in light’s inversion of these dark months
we too create shape and form
looking past what has passed
there was a snake that moved in waves
through the prairie grasses
through the riverbank rocks and sticks
through the loose stones of the mountainside
and into the deep ocean’s sandy floor
burrowing in undulating depth
farther and farther sloughing off what was dead
shedding lifetimes
and growing anew
snake of time
whisper in my ear with your seething, tickling tongue
spit your poisonous medicine into my blood
I will accept the shuddering death
and rebirth
of your coiling form
Love elephant and want to go steady?
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