The Eagle and the Snake

I crawl through mud and secrecy

To reach the edge of sanity

And fall through cleansing air

Clashing down into the sea

We, between the eagle and the snake

Beyond what is real and what is fake

Between the eagle and the snake

The walls come down

Embrace the pain of this profound affliction

And yearn the sting, the serpent's tranquil kiss

Just sow and reap the gifts of liberation

To reach the shore and do it all again

It is night, now, do all leaping fountains speak louder

And my soul, too, is a leaping fountain

It is night: Only now do all songs of lovers awaken

And my soul too is the song of a lover

We, between the eagle and the snake

Beyond what is real and what is fake

Between the eagle and the snake

The walls come down