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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