When the motion of life

Nauseates

When the zig zag of events

Crack like a whip

When all sense of orientation

Becomes shattered glass

This is the ride of a serpent


When tongues are forked

And

When my back is watched

And

When defensive wounds

Cannot be seen

This is the ride of a serpent


When I find a way

To

Tighten my grip

To

Deflect those things

Unseen or unproven

When I can extinguish

The fire

And dump the fuel

I may manage to

Keep my seat

Good write

Thank you All.