When the blades of grass
Harbor snakes that slither
But are unseen
The waves in my mind
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Imagined Reptiles And Vortices
When the blades of grass
Harbor snakes that slither
But are unseen
The waves in my mind
Gravitate to a vortex
Of what is not, but should have been
I scour the earth, weed out the green
No reptile to be found
And the vortex too turns out to be
Aripple, and not what it was
When I was down