Ah! (again) the passing thought,
Bolting through the neural pot .
The will, it steers, the falling arrears....
Enlightenment! alleviating ferocious fears.
Think once of the paralyzed rodent,
Struck by the venomous snake bite
Falling raindrops on sand – (the scent).....
The perfect death bed: an ordinary respite.
As the snake makes the last move,
A smiling rodent finds his muse.
And I wonder which was the final nail,
The snake, the venom or the truth assail ....
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