turn them back to the beginning
I slip out of skin as spirits slip from sleeping bodies, soundlessly painlessly
timelessly, there is no time
for you and I
I slip out of sleep as lithe legs slide from stockings after mass
have you kissed the knuckle yet
have you kneeled at the foot of your bed
aching for the past
I found a ouroboros twisted into a double helix
hung from a branch and buried
behind cascades of Spanish moss
I unhooked its jaw
pulled the tail from between its fangs
and when it finally had room to speak it whispered
careful where you're standing, girl
once this was a seafloor
all your mountains underwater
you'll find their fossils in the caves
keep your footing, keep your mind
you never know when either
will falter without you noticing
once I was a serpent, grand enough
to swallow you whole
now I am less than the length of your arm
see how decompression makes pitiable monsters
of us all
I returned the snake to its rightful place
hidden in long blades of grass
knowing it will only revert back to its previous state
after enough time has passed
I turn back slender hands to the beginning and break them
there's no use counting
all this searching only to undo what time has done
only to take back what it has stolen from us
there's no time for you and I, no time at all
I'll show you how to step forward with such perfection
that it moves you back, traversing the fourth is an unconscious act
I was near darkness when I heard you speak of redemption
I was watching when they taught you how to become closer to light
I must warn you, dear
it is only fair
the further you go
the longer your shadow
careful now, this was all ocean once
keep your footing
lest you sink
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