Coiling
Coiling 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.
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