the serpentine illusion

inside a taste of everything
the serpentine illusion;
as alabaster cities once
you drink as though you don't think you
will fall

a paramedic shortage means
you have to wait for ice 
to hit your veins,
but there's no kind of flow
along the passageways of 
melting land,
the hashtag ampersand,
the infrastructure longs
for one more breath

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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