Soundless, black seas,
out of which all cold comes,
suspends serpents
in what would be mid-air
if the water weren't there.
Souless, dark thoughts,
out of which all evil comes,
holds horrors
in what would be paradise
if my mind weren't there.
I think to the nature of my thoughts
and then to the origins of man.
Out of black waters
come dark thoughts;
slithering serpents
now roaming the land.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:25 AM UTC
Soundless, black seas,
out of which all cold comes,
suspends serpents
in what would be mid-air
if the water weren't there.
Souless, dark thoughts,
out of which all evil comes,
holds horrors
in what would be paradise
if my mind weren't there.
I think to the nature of my thoughts
and then to the origins of man.
Out of black waters
come dark thoughts;
slithering serpents
now roaming the land.
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