A snake in the soul

He creaked below the burden of brain
or shouted froth above, for time
as a serpent scaled and crawled his chest
to gobble the hours hidden inside

"Time", chuckled God
is what I made to
stain your fate...

A jarring glue
from my harmonic hands
to bind your destiny

So tell me are you
tired enough
to preview the end of time.


He said yes
and ran with light
(for light was God),
to end of time.

Where stood a road
with no more turns

And a
granite darkness
in which
the Cosmos died
with one last hiss

that sounded
same like
the snake in his soul