Kundalini

Three snakes' coiled rattles ride along thy back, Spewing healing venom with each lumbar's crack. The trinity is neither the father nor mother, son nor holy ghost, But these three serpents wrapped around a caduceus post. Thrice along the spine like twine these three forces spin, Up and down the left, right and middle, beneath the skin. Convulsing into the cranium where circadian rhythms, Pulse with the sun whose light seeps into a pineal prism. Three eyes for sight, two for describing sunlight, A third for inscribing the night when snakes bite. Can you feel the caress of the Kundalini, Whose magic appears as once did Houdini?