it's been a while since I wrote like I usually do without paying attention to meter or rhymes but rather by just jotting my thoughts down as if I were drawing scribbling lines, dots, shapes, multiple doodles that resemble snakes that bite, coil, and rattle as they slither through paper from pen
To then attack
as if the paper was the ground where I stood, calmly gazing onto the sky of my imagination, getting lost within the lines of thoughts, as if the lines were the clouds moving, and moving, just moving nothing but me to write a windy passage of time that blows and blows away the doodles of snakes into a piece of art