I trip and trod where the serpent lies through the breath God and snared by eyes, warmed by the blaze of a cherub’s blade – pierced by the gaze. Love no welcome bade. For seeking what was hidden, forsaking what was known, I lost what I was given and found myself alone. Surely not, I thought. Now I rot.
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Very amazing poem! Thought provoking for me.