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SNAKE’S LULLABY
5 Brother, sister, flick your tongue
and taste the flakes of autumn sun.
6 Use these last few hours of gold
to travel, travel toward the cold.
7 Before your coils grow stiff and dull,
your heartbeat slows to winter’s lull,
8 seek the sink of sheltered stones
that safely cradle sleeping bones.
9 Brother, sister, find the ways
back to the deep and tranquil bays,
10 and ’round each other twist and fold
to weave a heavy cloak of cold.
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