~A Snake Smoking Soul~

The heavy soled snake slithers,
from the secret home of fear,
through the blood’s guilty river it slithers,
seeking the vein truth of a drug’s silken preface...
it stirs the silence from thought’s clamour,
turned in mind from congestive will,
to the night of freedom’s cool caressing winds...
shedding a skin of shadow between the ancient rocks of a paradise refrain,
imagined in whispers or whispered to imagination,
it sings, singing, singing, singing wild notes of forgotten torments,
as once more you feel your face in the sun,
freed from the grave of the flesh,
a sojourn in the spirit’s dance...
where the snakes waltz through infinite orchards,
under trees of infinite forbidden fruit,
offering the infinite naked Eve,
a bite of infinite sight,
in a finite cell of bones,
where the demons of temptation steal infinite finite wills of wax,
melting in the immortal flame of mortal mechanised madness...
unseen until thought of,
unthought of until felt,
unfelt until the heavy soled snakes slithers,
from the secret home of fear.





©David Nickle Read 2015
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