The serpents tongue flirted with the air
droplets of wax on the floor, one, two, three
candle flame left of before
heat from deep
in through the mind
waves escape and gather late
Last year at this time
I was whispering words
shedding my life tears
in ancient forgotten places
where a gift of a fig
quenched my thirst
for an old place of birth.
Today I watched the shadow of the beast move before me, the sun at my back to the west I saw.
May God forgive us all.
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