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A Poem by indigo

be still
and listen...
the snakes are dancing
on the edge of the abyss
closer to eternity
with each hypnotic whisper
of rippling scale
and pulse of rhythm
they writhe entwined
in darkness
lunging ecstatically
strike
headlong into
sweetest surrender
as destiny beckons
from beyond the void
their fall
a graceful glissade
spiraling
through the vacuous spaces of time