The smoke of
Deceit levitates over
Our heads,
Pall, black- blinding
The sun.
Smithereens of
The past lie on
The floor,
Frore, cracked- goring
Our burns.
Unearth the hachet, bury
The olive
Hunt for the tortoise that captured
The Lion
Eat, sleep
Sleep deep-
I found the serpent
That swallowed my egg.
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