a walk

the intrusive rays awaken the senses
to which the serpents intuitively cling to,
stubbornly extending their grips onto stale
wood, stippled and worn
through the flogging of rancid
rain and snow

the air barely filched
against the faltering heartbeat
of two trespassers
laden with their inquisitive third-eye's
poised to etch the eery still on what would
have been flimsy cellulose

the moment glid through
a myriad of mind-boggling jargon
and was forcefully embraced by the dark & solitary object
quietly, unassumingly
the crossover of the silent entity
onto stark blankness
...till the ripples could form a wave

and the wave patiently washes over
a spin of vanishing thoughts

the writer sees
and her words
they slice through the fibres of truth

(Hello darlings! Forgive me if I keep posting, cos I'm doing a module on poetry and I really ought to practice more.)