The feet, now empty, crawl in ants
With blood pressure in systolic low

Here is red-blue heart in a rib cage.
A rubber snake slithers on its bars,

Hearing a dancing with its no- ears.
As snakes have no ears but silence

Of the earth trembling softly to feet.
Then snake raised its hissing hood .

The ants’ crawl is but a night dream
An early dream prematurely arrived

In a noon pillow, after a heavy meal.
At night is dream of a mind in mind

Of mind that lost cells to emptiness
A fear for father in son, fear of night.

A fear of empty feet, of shuffled feet
Of empty eyes, fear of empty spaces.

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