Monday, December 15, 2014

the owl faced serpent

Somewhere in the shadows, the sacred snake will come. Somewhere in the shadows, she waits so phallic. Somewhere in the shadows, she gave birth to the candle. Somewhere in the shadows, the blessed owl’s sleeping eyes see. Somewhere in the shadows, the libram lays wide open.

Deep in the tightness of shadows, the unending space awaits. Deep in the tightness of shadows, the sleeping mind waits awake. Deep in the tightness of shadows, the too-twisted paths shall break.

Beyond fate by choice by knowledge, she waits. Beyond fate past pain past time, she waits.


She awaits just beyond the daylight’s reach.

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