Hierophany

I don’t understand

          why, when you

Shed your skin,

                    the scales remain beneath.

Through

          this layer and that,

                    your eyes cloudy like milk,

          you keep blooming.


With new Fangs,

          With a flickering new tongue,

you wind your way

          through     Autumn’s     scales,


                    your blood as

                    Cold as the Rain,


blind to me

          unless I move.

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