An Old Snake Poem by Philip Kindred Dick

An Old Snake



Philosophy is an old web
Long deserted, The dreams
The spider wove into it
Glimmer weakly during night
In the sun they are only this:
Fragments of dread leaves.

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Philip Kindred Dick

Philip Kindred Dick

Chicago, Illinois, U.S.
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