The Moon shines brightly upon a pond.
The pond, being frozen, glitters,
And a silver fire reflects, and mirrors in my soul.
Here is shown a Mystery.
Beneath my feet I feel a Serpent,
A Serpent coiling ’round.
The Flames of Cunning slither and sneak
Up my spine into my mind,
Out my mouth, out of my eyes,
And up into the Moon.
Tingling, buzzing, shivering;
It’s a sweet, candied poison
Inflaming and destroying my soul.
I am filled! Full! Pregnant with Serpent!
I am a full Lunar body.
Here is shown a Mystery.
Expanded I fly, touching stars:
Silver wire strands wrap, entrap,
And write their secrets upon my arms.
I burst, scattering like the dust I was.
Pure fire, now, one with the sky,
Calmly floating down, down.
Down on the ground, sleeping now,
Returning to mundane indifference.
~March, 2012
