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The serpent

Coils upon coils

A thousand thousand fathoms

Coils upon coils

Scales shroud the earth

And the facets cabochon eyes

Become as the sun

The firmament becomes a

Writing tapestry

It welcomes the procession

Of the penitent

They seek favor, compelled

By orgiastic terror

In echopraxic convolsions

Hollow prostrations

To outdistance doom

To stave off an ending

Coils curl on coils

Writhing as if

Towering roots

Surging from the earth

From the skies

And all your anthroposophy is as dust

Neither memory nor ghost remains