Twisted form

A twisted form, ever (Love re-emerging) It crawls out-in my mind's (Or, more artful: heart's) Open-fielded vision

Serpentine in nature (But surely no snake) Its knotted quiet slides, (Less kindly: slithers) Cooling all it touches

Each up-down feathered scale (One-thousand facets) A rainbow-capped smile (My sadness turned round) To oft-questioned answers

Its mid-section's bulging (Perhaps new-fed full) Tapers to sleek-lined necks, (Indistinct ending) Each locked in screw-thread spin

As its twin mouths belch up (Inky vapor's coil) A trailing music's script, (Beats, no melody) Out-cast spells, spiral hymns

Of near-wordless seeming, (Slippery to touch) Drip down in a green ooze (Clinging, it passes) Through my tightly clutched hands

Their meaning only caught (Now, from a distance) With reading-drowsy eye (Long-ago embarked) Toward sleep's final dream