snake sheds
his skin every time he is unbearable to himself
what are we
to do
we have to
get used to each other
we emerge
from hazy woods
there are
no more flowers or clouds or myths
only faces
clearer than anything, carved glass
the shape
of all fears
nobody
tells you oneness is scary
the ribs
are tense, they stretch
is this how
Eve came into existence?
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