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the Glass Serpent

   This winding road of glass,
handblown and filligreed,
with convolutions all concentric,
turning ,ever turning
in upon itself.

  The Great worm Oribouris
Glass serpent,,,,,,,,,,
 swallowing your tail,
shattering yourself 
 to dusty shards
beneath the cold fire of the
watchful stars.



  

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