It slithers, and slides
I do not like snakesGlides even, through
But when I'm tired
the Dunes of this time
And I'm dancing
Supposedly since the
I imagine myself
beginning of Our Time
Floundering Freely
It's flawless maneuvers
Becoming a part of
make it seem like the
Electronic beats
ground quivers as it
Modern dance tempos
passes through delicately
Like a slithering
leaving small tracks
Flawless snake
[More poetry a day poems]
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