6/15/2009

The Snare

He's waiting for me
just inside my chest,
the blacksnake aiming for
a frightened animal.
He's waiting for me,
he doesn't know. The Dark
can't recognize itself,
a molecule of water never
acknowledges the ocean.
Like some poisonous, beautiful
spider who is not aware
how savagely it kills,
he waits for me.

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