Snake's LullabyBrother, sister, flick your tongueand taste the flakes of autumn sun. Use these last few hours of goldto travel, travel toward the cold. Before your coils grow stiff and dull, your heartbeat slows to winter's lull, seek the sink of sheltered stonesthat safely cradle sleeping bones. Brother, sister, find the waysback to the deep and tranquil bays, and 'round each other twist and foldto weave a heavy cloak of cold. . Joyce Sidman
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