Snakes’ Skin

Branches were sewn together by green

a DNA strand elongating to new lengths

Wrapping around us like Saturn’s ring

Conformity overwhelming as you try to slip from its grasp

Gasping and grasping for leverage

Control is fleeting and ego is panic

But why ?

Would you want to shed your skin.

My palm told me a future

And a planet experiences it with grace

I cut my finger and blood fell with intent to stain

Then I glanced out the window

And down came the rain

A paper plane to show the path in which these thoughts came

Shredded to the wind

They stuck to the earths surface like a chemical reaction to the nearest brain

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