The serpent rose
Is not a human being
These words cannot
Conjure up what is
Forever lost
And the serpent rose
Cannot conjure up
Your precious
Ideal of love
Rather, it is a salve
For not the broken hearted
But the one that has
Sacrificed any hope
Of future entanglement
When you become whole,
You contain each aspect
That you would have clung to
In another, within your
Own being
A being that generates
Diamond light
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