there is nothing really like the nest
of vipers all eyeing the new flesh
sweating unfamiliarity and the posture
signalling enthusiasm for change
those snakes have been around
slathering and snapping at each other
for years maintaining old wounds
delicately bringing a sharp snap
of rage whenever slightly pricked
coiled and cushioned over time
waiting at the chance to be king
cobra and putting all others to shame
through the brilliant administration
of their wit and intellegence
neglecting the narrowness of a fallen
enlightenment drowned in the darkness
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