Twisting Coil

One universe away
I sway.

An endless stream of dreams
resigned at the frigile coil
winding up at eternal pillar
seemingly the tongue of serpent.

Inspect how no venom stains
accept the rythm of things that are
mist could vanish if you will
unknown pressure which is real.

I am one universe away
swaying
a thought is all you need
I swear.