Timothy Pure A Damp Preserve
The Snake glides across the earth
Levels are disrupted as it scrapes against the nerves
A pattern to distinguish its domain
Which consists of hollow crevices
Filled with haunted children’s dreams
The Fly-Man hovers overhead an unassuming savior
Born in dirt - raised in war he understands their fears
He knows the knots that twist underneath their skins
He loosens the restraints - holds them close
Then carries them away
