SIGHTING THE COBRA
The Cobra has its own mystique.
It can't tell about it, but it knows.
If every legend knew something about
itself, how deep would legends go? We'd walk
the enormous edgings of land and sea together,
wishing for circumstance and possibility.
Probably, we'd get neither; but the happenstance
of luck would be there always. Too much to
happen to just light by a candle. We'd need more
brightness when things took off.
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The Cobra has its own mystique.
It can't really do that dance it did before,
but certain forces pale next to a recoil, and
venom of course speaks its very own language.
The Cobra has its own mystique.
It can't tell about it, but it knows.
If every legend knew something about
itself, how deep would legends go? We'd walk
the enormous edgings of land and sea together,
wishing for circumstance and possibility.
Probably, we'd get neither; but the happenstance
of luck would be there always. Too much to
happen to just light by a candle. We'd need more
brightness when things took off.
-
The Cobra has its own mystique.
It can't really do that dance it did before,
but certain forces pale next to a recoil, and
venom of course speaks its very own language.
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