“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Somewhere on the slippery slopes of consciousness and sleep
slithers thoughts that never shed their skin
never seen
never seeped in
lingering
in the darkness of fears
layers of lairs of
snakes’ nests upon snakes’ nests
an orgy of a serpent’s imagination
as a hawk’s shadow circles
the skampering mouse
and even the simplest of inspirations
such as hunger
can swoop down from the sky
and gobble us up
before we can even
wonder why.
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