Love to the Undisciplined

The mind is a viper in the worst of ways

Sharpness without focus

Attentive to things that bring a dim smile.

It wraps itself around a subject that reaches beyond the edges of reality and 

foolishly fails to grasp industrial reason.

Senses trained not on a plump mouse but on a dewy leaf.

Bold waxy green and delicately strong, 

the leaf is heavy with age and 

shiny with dew drops that shake with admiration.

It is a great fate for a dew drop to form on such a sturdy leaf,

Its existence itself is the result of millions of chances.

But what of the viper’s fate? 

Meant to be a predator beyond the measure of common reach, 

but bewitched by glimmer and finely engineered sturdiness.

This life is nothing like is was meant to be,

the snake charmed by blistering ignorance.

Whose shoulders are burdened by pleasure.

Whose eyes are dimmed by thirst.

Come as you are.

Whose drive is unparalleled. 

Whose soul remains captured by hunger.

You have no place here.

The viper goes to the leaf and glistens.

The viper stays at the leaf and withers to be new again.

The new skin is as constricting as past instinct was.