serpent mother came to me

slithering slender tentacles

closer crawling staff like

sign language opened

into hermetic lemniscates

from dampness

dankness

through darkness

handfasting with silence

I allowed her to devour all fear

letting her chisel sculpt me

rinsing rustic tears

cleansing inner wombs

letting her nurturement

fill me with strength

moisturising old skins

letting her chant

strumming dark lyres

while she combs my hair

showing me truth hides yond dark

tonight there are no outlines of stars

I lay in these ravines

facing fading reality

flickering

only the loveliest light

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