Life's a puff of smoke and chaos
and a breeze that makes it clear,
an endless walk towards endless.
We fall in step then we disappear
in a lost rhythm sometime after.
Memory is fallen wires snaking
in the rain, deadly in its clarity.
We start it through fear shaking
and end it down a rabbit hole that
takes us through a looking space.
Hungry man snake pulses inside
the waiting Snowdrop ****** vase.