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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