Caprice by Blake Flather ’22

cont. from pg. 34

The serpent devours itself. Filled with lies, Misguided by truths. The mind plays an ominous tone. Unable to move forward, Without falling two steps behind. Strung around the neck is a corner, A square worn circle. A broken polygon you are. You must unlock the chains, Slowly accept defeat. You can’t go against the grain, Without bringing the pain. Inevitable. Comfort in knowing, There is no permanence. You must learn, I am learning. We mustn’t teach. The sun rises and falls. The tides raise and lower with the moon. We are of water. A deep, bottomless, azure hue. A descent into the hazy darkness. Blinded by fallacies, Brought to the surface, Only to be submerged again. Blood stains the paper with iron. The cells are thick. But the mind is much more dense. Like a mule in quicksand, You are fed to the snakes. How do we create a solution? It depends on the few. The few who decide to collide with the sun. To sail through vigorous seas. The metaphor is silent. I cannot hear my breath. My veins are thick with hatred, For they are here again Death cries out joyously, Ouroboros crests my chest.

by Blake Flather ’22