Serpentine
Nuraiym Kossybak
Where we cannot touch
lies the golden serpent.
For the soul is a wanderer
with many hands and feet,
time takes life away while
we sleep. A pale serpent
hiding behind the veil, eats
its own tail around my neck.
If I would let myself loose,
I would lose it all at once:
my soul, my face, my fickle
skin. My stars, my moons,
and my serpentine wounds.