Serpents Dance* Serpents dance. It's a moving trance. Why do I keep thinking Their light is a dog? Thoughts pass so quickly But take up a lot of time, A permanent handclasp From an angel's discarded clothes. Show me that plough And it's fruits. While reptiles inform us of their state, Do we placate them or just watch, huh? Don't force it, the light seems to say. Excess could be bliss But how is it defined, now? If darkness prevails, then what? There may not be any more answers To these questions. Voices in the night Simply go on talking. Hieroglyphs in space Start to resemble the stars. Sorrow is of no use at all. Run the race backwards if you can. In the absence of meaning, There will still be sound. The machine oils itself Even when separated into parts. Tom Savage 3/3/07 *Written while watching Radical Low ONR-1, Allegory of the Night, a dance performance by Chantal Ysermans
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