Forked tongues redeployed…

 

What is the need for life? Now death

Is the serpent contained in your breath?

 

The kiss of the world is a forked tongue

Is it not? Quench full your heart till its rung.

 

Let it be so coiled-up, it devours its own self

Release; your inner demons, skin yourself.

 

Peel back the doubting layers of torment

Uncoil self-aware out of every malcontent.

 

Grow silver haired memories of despair…

Now allow them to wither make there lair.

 

What do you care in these golden days?

If a serpent finds no warmth as it lays.

 

If it has crawled under a desert rock

Let it thirst cold until it has taken stock.

 

…What is energy? What is all this matter?

Why can’t neither one be simply the latter.

 

Answer is - they can’t be destroyed?

Both contain forked tongues, redeployed.