"Snake Eating Its Tale"

A coil of midnight ink,

it curves upon itself—

a story rewritten with every bite,

each swallow a stanza erased,

each rise a stanza reborn.

Its scales glint like borrowed lines,

snatched from yesterday’s pages,

then chewed into new syllables

that hiss in the pulse of now.

A narrative of endless dusk,

where beginnings blur with endings,

and the final word is always

the one it hasn’t yet spoken.

Here, the serpent is poet and poem:

devouring its own legend to taste

the freshness of unspun myths,

a living glyph of perpetual return.

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