falling knives

and unmarked graves

suspicious eyes

serpents and fire

cold scales, warm venom

on the desert floor

as day heat

fails to night cold

and folds of winds

usher in

cool flat air

like ankle deep water

and the pull of tides

you run for life

with busy feet

crossing to safety

on the other side


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