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In the year of the snake
The dawn of the day sixty-nine
The presence is taken
As I cross the line

The serpent is not evil
The beauty not yet caught
To remember the past
A certain school of thought

Change comes not easily
This form of life remains the same
Blood ran for love
Some recognize this only by name

To venture from hypocrisy
To run on legs not there
To be within us all
To feel the love
To care

Sleek and utterly graceful
To move with just barely a bend
We see the presence not visible
We know the shape of the wind

The snake knows only survival
The snake persists to live in rhyme
All is one
One is all
In love
This will be within our time

Words Copyright © 1977 J.L. Hunter

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