CoilingCoiling Uncoiling From my solar plexus I gave birth to snakes which went out into the world innocently. Our eyes are dense. Coiling, coming back again and taking root are plain as day. From my solar plexus, bright finned fish swim out together in a pattern like a fire Everything is random except my anger, my teeth, scattered in the coarse skins of my enemies, turn up centuries later, collected and analyzed. From my solar plexus, a mutant form of my ancestors slithers, grows feathers, jumps to an untimely death. I am left vacant but not alone. From my solar plexus knotted fiber braids reach toward source light slowly. Copyright 1997 Beridha Beridha. Email. Beridha's Words Menu Bright Work Menu |