Tuesday, 21 June 2011


Demons in the head
too many to slay
Divinity eclipsed
no motion, no way.

I jump from one circle to another
deepening the rut
dragging my feet.

And then, a day is born
a crevice appears
a womb, torn.

The vacuum fills me
existence recoils
I turn over, foetal
And the seed is fed back to the soil.

Such is death before death,
such is life after life.

ps. For the uninitiated, the meaning and symbolism of Ouroboros can be unraveled here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouroboros

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