It has coiled its grip tight
To not let me move
Or manoeveur
Into the deathly golden light;
I am loathe to take a risk now
Lest I choke and fall
And there is no rebound
If I don't move at all.
It's holding of me is so absolute,
So worthy of the snake's love I am
That even when I'm caught such
It's music roots me in shifting sands;
Love is such a thing,
Whether betrayed or beheld
Its sting is like a serpent's
Wondrous and unto death.
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