A Snake rolls up
on a circular saw.
A tool of the trade.
Don't shut the door,
is keying into a vital vertebra.

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time
returns all
to source

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Tough skin, camouflage
safe, obscure. My weakness masked,
I can face the world.

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Weathered colours speak
Of the torture of elements
By the hand of man

Immersed in water
Sinful; Emerge life reborn
Crawling onto shore

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sacred sunset reveal
shadows reverberating
in any directions
sun with his dragon
emergency exit

enveloping quiet
cold morning mist
intimate echoes
i walk alone

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Serenity, now broken
Illuminated
Unseen alight, now obscure

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unchangeable echoes,
pushed out
from authentic wind
stand out
bangs beyond