Snake
there
was a story through the mountains of a
serpent who had passed there dragging them
into
being this was the low table ranges of Rylstone
Kandos the serpents tail had merely
touched these
stones
had slashed them to the side with a dim
flicker how many lives have I lived through?
is
this just another one? its fleeting barely creating
a
ripple like wheels along gravel that never leave
the
edges this is just one of many properties and
scenes Im tired and yet here
I loved you but
for how long? how? are you prepared? to
spend
the rest of your life here? with the property
inhabitants?
this place inhabits itself seems to
ask nothing more than its perpetual change its
stories it lives fully inside all its moments is
still enough to register to graze and glide and its
sleep as
gentle as a calf its growing horns all the
way up in the back paddock its fearless as it lives
and dies all over the place how must I learn from
it? without galloping away into the sky? what can
the mountain
say now? it is strange how oddly
trapped one can feel even in the wind and
rain it
is odd to feel trapped when looking
at distance
or into the eyes of your loved ones even
if I was
a bird
there is only so much terrain I could
navigate before I landed trapped by
my own
exhaustion my heartbeat inside the
small
feathered breasts there is always a new landscape
beyond this
I go to it have you ever walked to the
mountain? over there that giant rock passed by the
snake last night? no that is a long way off its
five kilometers away why must I see this as another
brief experience
rather than living in the present? I
have lived a lifetime in every experience
release
me from your memory
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