In between bursts,

that middle

who knows how long?

 

I’m falling,

my soul sleeping

between seconds

blending in shadows

to a nest

prepared,

maintained

ready.

 

When the tree promised

I’m here,

if not the tree,

then emptiness

if not the bite,

then simply scattered earth.

 

In any case,

What the serpent saw

what the soul was seeking,

was forever and cursed it.

 

Dave

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