Poem Seventeen

Serpent slither through my chamber door with
Electric energy, like eels on dry land.
Vicious and cunning in their approach, they
Encompass my whole vision, forcing me to
Negotiate between my own fear and existence
Transcendental chills run down my spine as they near,
Effervescent scents fill the air, lulling me to sleep.
Eccentric visions cloud my mind, making me dizzy, and
Nostalgia fills my heart at the sight of fond memories.

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