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Beasts and Serpents.
by Dave Young.
Beasts hidden in clouds,
serpents in caves. Your shadow
climbed out of its fear.
No final turn or smile, just your shape at odds with circumstance.
Under a winding path,
a weeping tree and a bloated moon.
The clouds circled in a beastly shape,
picked you up with nimbus fingers. Leaving me with nobility of the soul
and a serpents fire.
In his cave,
that’s darker than desire,
the serpent still has me pinned against the wall,
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