I knew it would come soon,
    the rattle, the snake
    cowering in the grass.
    My eyes grew large
    and glittering
    toward that moment.
    Quick, like a wind blast
    on a stormy sea
    the arch of the coiled body
    climbed upward inside me.
    I rose over the grass
    like a cathedral.
    Small voices sang down below-
    couldn't be angels-but resonance
    blew my chest open.

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