A snakeskin of words I slip over my soul
like a sleeve, though teary-stained its
transparent shine may be, in me each scale
shimmers like an iridescent path that I
must follow, the Silence that I encounter
is a spiraling river of honeymilk, she is
even sweeter once I have familiarized myself
to her melodious hybernation, sticky upon
my lips, I can taste the whispers she left
to linger in me, whispers caught in a flurry
of my soul's pages like a flutter of light
caught between a snake's scales, shining
inward, I make my descent where nothing but
simpleness is the richest treasure I have
unearthed from my reptilian soil, where one
Timeless Truth leaves its shadow over my solitude...
Who am I but a little Gecko basking under
the hot-blooded Darkness? Who am I but a Snake
coiled inside the Moon? A Chameleon of Words
I am, wearing scales salty-stained from my
iridescent tears. I shed them into a poem.
June 30, 2012
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