Light Tricks
through the trees
the wind drops
in the silence of the woods.
The brittle leaves
fall through
the silver shafts
and blow
over the scurried darkness.
Medusa is coerced
out of the clay dungeon of
the hollow hill, and
begins to dance
In the rays of
the sun.
Beneath the sway
of the sky
the serpents tail rises
and dances to
the rhythms
of the song.
Avie..
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