I am the snake
in the desert sand, who
just found the perfect rock
surface against which to
scratch, peel, tear off this
old, dry skin and reveal the
regenerated flesh
below.
Little by little I leave
my dead skin behind
like an ugly shell,
useless, void of life and
being. Discarded it blows
away, and I slither
onward.
Thank you, Creator, for the
newness of life you bring,
the sweetness of the fresh
air on my fresh skin, even
in this dry sand, I am
revived.
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