Ouroboros

I wake up buried inside my stomach.
An ache casts me from side to side.
Light fluctuates, and the blame is not on the supply.
I feel a serpent outside and within.
I let it devour me, convinced that I shall emerge
through its other side and stay in
an orbit, unending, an ouroboros.
An ache casts me from side to side.
Light fluctuates, and the blame is not on the supply.
I feel a serpent outside and within.
I let it devour me, convinced that I shall emerge
through its other side and stay in
an orbit, unending, an ouroboros.
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