snowflakes

Slither slither smell the air..through the withered wood over treebranch and under henbane between stone after stone, like the world serpent swallowing its tail like an electron vibrating in an S orbital high above an atomic nucleus slither smell the air dance the survival rhythm sense the mouse sense the footfall fear the avian menace avoid open space at all costs avoid outer space with its vacuum energy and freezing temperatures cosmic rays and vastness stay snuggled up in the core of a lifeless asteroid under a pillow of plasma in the fractal geometry of methane snowflakes falling on a dark moon sun set another setting universe expanding always expanding and somehow the same size always a fragment of it experiencing itself somewhere typing done with coffee.