Serpent arises the singular I
Pouring out of my own heart
crossing the scorched field
pumping scales to move through the ash
The blacked ground
Lateral undulation
hinged front fangs
Rock crack eyes
Venom glands
Be restful my inner temple repeats
I am reptillian window inside me reflect it
From somewhere within the earth where heat arose
Be focused be sharpened
I am snake like
The scorched field becomes abundant once again
Full of holes that are homes
of my kind
full of peril
Recharging in the sun
I so singular in purpose
Solitary in movement
Frightening a world of monsters
a metaphorical devil
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