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life is just

so wonderful because

we wander the world forgetting that

the snake cuts through the sand

leaving an angry beauty,

a mark of its tenderness and revenge?

we wait in the grasses thinking it quiet and safe

but hide our footprints where we stand

hiding is tender, softer, that way

but remember,

holding a knife by its blade

is a kinder trade:

it means that we handle life by its edge

bloodied palms like poetry

telling us that tenderness is privilege

and the snake weaves still


quietly always quietly

to attack

leaving us to always

look back.

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