—for Dre
Streched out
with its belly pressed to the Earth
the serpent of life lifts it’s hands in prayer.
It gently cups the precious space
between its palms
as it sheds its skin.
As old falls away
dust and debris begin to rise
revealing the shadow.
At times, the dark forms of it’s dream
take on fearsome dimensions
as it sculpts its spiraling vortices,
laying down the pathways for creation.
—Lorena
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