Communion - Poem by matt fromm
Down the murder red well
the gentle serpent, friendly predator a thousand colors bright
is awakened by the fire.
swims through a submerged rusty pipe and rises from the merky water.
from an allusive coil
to a hypnotic slither; i follow the wingless angel to a godless heaven.
so high, i can see everything.
so coool i fear nothing.
i follow the snake anywhere.
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