Gliding over the milky way,
The waters of its formation,
The Serpent slithers hither and tither,
A being of pure fire,
Where humans are earth.
The Serpent swims towards the lotus,
Gazing at the other half of its soul,
Beneath the water,
Dancing in synchronicity with it.
Like a tree that has sprouted wings and been set aflame,
Melting down the branches until all that’s left of its body is a trail of wax,
Left along the water behind it.
It meets its twin at the lotus,
Eat of the same petals,
But the flower is never diminished;
Another petal always springs up anew,
But then the time came when one half of the Serpent didn’t come to the lotus;
It was severed, maimed, cut limb-from-limb,
By a jealous, angry Man.
Its limbs fell beneath the water, into the milky-way,
Floating down to the bottom of the sea-floor,
Where humans walk everyday.
I found a piece of the Serpent,
It’s missing rainbow claw,
And so I glide, glide, glide in its direction,
To give it back again.