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Where We Stand

The time is long past
For midnight snacks.
A snake has infiltrated the kitchen,
And few dare go there,
Even the bravest of creatures.

But none can resist the powerful lure of the food
On which we depend,
Upon which our lives suspend.
Like the moon,
Our time here fluctuates;
Waxes and wanes.

But the cheese is moldier than it was when I saw it last
So I’ll leave it for the mice to devour,
So that the snake may devour them
In turn.

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