"ouroborus" poems
A cold, obsidian blade, dipped in warm red
Frees forth a fluttering butterfly
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
The nightingales still sing
over Orpheus' grave
Bending stone with sound
Sculpting cloud and chemtrail
in the likeness of Assange
A mirror universe
these threads vibrate
connecting other worlds
Ouroborus
the snake swallowing its tail
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC