Slow like a blur
the minutes move in reverse
bold, black
a shy truth hides behind
in carefully blunted pained eyes
worn like a divine snake
sits a curious expression staring back
wrapped around its blue nape
passive in its momentary solace
offering ignorant seductive chants
the self shrinks to the gaze
perspiring, stilling senses
old, and breathing somewhere
regurgitating in bowels
profane tongues, longing gazes
towards a pale figure
moves its shadow on its face
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