I am a serpent in the Sun
With Earth, that trembles beneath me
My shedding of skin has now begun
A recoil of what it is to be

And I'll use that skin to understand
For what remains, is what I am
An altered vessel
A weary soul
Taking refuge
In a shallow hole


Broken, tattered and torn
Transcending through the stages
Spoken, scattered and born
A mending from words upon pages