SERPENT AND THE WINE

Time Evil viper of myth Dwelling within my labored breathe Entwined about my trunk like a constrictor This is her nature… To dwell eternally within us, lifelessly aware Longing to taste that vital spark Squeezed from our heaving bosoms And suffer to taste our ambitions How we dwell in possibilities The inevitability of kisses The inarguable truth of tenderness, The karma of merriment Just as she is cursed To trade in the fading of colors, Bitterness of ashes and dust We traffic in the radiance of hope and flames We alone are designed to abide In the certainty of purposes-unseen We haggle with destinies of dreams and of nightmares alike We alone wrestle with the sky and the sea We alone name the stars Rage across the landscape In fits of fury and joy alike Such a frenzy of violent wonders To burn with a ferocity That can light up the very heart Of the God she spites Until we are consumed With a final breathe Whisper to her of the sacred omens of love And bless that fowl serpent To loose her mortal coils That she may savor our final sup of life And all its bitter flinty nature That bouquet of primordial apple

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MUSIC: Barry Phillips "Ladom Se, Goro Zalade"