This is where the serpent lives, the bodiless.
His head is air. Beneath his tip at night
Eyes open and fix on us in every sky.
I had thought that prophecy was dead, . that no one looks up any more.....his inward being is in the cosmos suspended on earth......the meeting place of all three....I can now understand the man of today, and hope.
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