A Trailing Snake
Nostalgia is a trailing snake,
it follows me, 'till when i break.
When i awake, it poisons me
and sets me straight; revives my secret hiding hate.
This clinging thing, this ringing thing.
This clinging ringing stinging thing.
I love this snake, and love the hate.
I hate this love, I hate the snake.
poem by Jesse Rudolph
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