Cracked lines grew from my feet

and scoured the grounds.

The land was dead,

and the skies were

unforgivingly black.

Like a thief,

the wind had stolen

my voice.


The heavens broke

and a quiet light kissed me.

A brown braided snake

uncurled from the gleam.


I’d gladly volunteered.


One with the atmosphere,

I glanced below and saw

trees, animals, people,



Regret seized my mind as

I reached for the terra.

But then the light turned

to black and swallowed

me whole.


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