Sneaky Snakes

It's hard to say exactly when, but my intentions had caught up with me, even on my darkest nights, even when my soul was schismed. I searched the recesses just to find the sneaky snakes had stuck around. They left their nine, twice refined, as a thank you perhaps, though none was required... Perhaps that is why they smile and shine so? And as eternity replaces forever, the pigmented product of timelines stitched, I come to realize an uncanny truth: somehow they have been here all along. Seen perhaps most clearly on New Years Eve, when the crowds pushed me away, I retreated to their den for food and music throughout the night. Their tales all the more apparent now, throughout this stage as eep is forged between us. Now I watch bright eyed, from a den of my own, carved out just for me in this phase. I still wonder at the day we'll touch, the distance closed at last, but these middling hours between now and then are made bearable, and for that I am most grateful.

In the serpentine sunrise of this realization, that which took a year to fulfill begins to shift. From evening to morning made new, words bursting from page to sky like the dawn.