How can I rely

             on the meaning

                      of a word?

    My tongue lies. My body deceives.

    My hands

             offer themselves

                      generously

    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

    First, I saw it flowering,
    then its petals turned black
    at the edges,

    Through your eye sockets
    scrambles its stumpy feet
    Sueabaracs.

    When the glistening fat you
    can indicate the treasure above
    the ground, you can