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Reptile Moment Sonata In B Minor Opus 12
Whichever way this rattled snake turns
He cannot evade canyon walls
Crowding him
Crowding him with eternities of horizontal
Fashion crowding him until he loses the sky
He hugs the ground this rattled snake
Turns in the sun
Keeps the rocks company
The sun company
The heavens company
He roasts in the sun
Becomes hot enough to close his eyes and fly
I like it. Especially "he roasts in the sun/becomes hot enought to close his eyes and fly" A real inspiriation, great writing. keep it up!
nicely written... liked this piece....