Melange from the mountains

You aren’t writing.

A snake bit me

It followed me across the Pyrenees

The snake of opposites.

.

It wants me to achieve

Coniunctio oppositorum

Or balance

Or perhaps it is just here

To play the game of layers and cards

To chop away at a rock whose shape i have not yet recognised

A rock which is by far not ready to yield

A fig tree which is certainly not yet coming to fruition

Even though time is slow and

Age feels old

Even though it is borrowed.

Feeling old as a sign of borrowing life

And face

Instead of entering into the heart of the rock

And finding the snake

.

Reminded of the planet of both vision and delusion

Trying to evade the grounded, suffocating signs of time.

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