Keeping it real, a snake makes progress br through a desert of baked clay. She can br only imagine the flight of eagles, br the strength and faith of lions, by tasting the spoor br of Life in the grit of rocks br with her scissors-tongue. br br The snake, who is lonesome, grows br tired of sand, hatches a brood of her own kind, br calls it ‘man', bites her tail, and changes into a river br of blood. - This red stream etherises. br Worlds die. Still burning, no one speaks, yet br people out themselves and enter the caves. br br There are deep pools left from the deluge br of words in mountains: shelter br from heat, short passages to green br fields where everything edible is food br but anything written down is not bread. Again, br the sun in the heights waxes language, but the new air br br tempers it with clouds, balancing drops br of spring water on the filaments of glass. A kind of br Serpentlioneagle-man sees Gods the Big Bangthe Apes br the Ancestor in smashed splinters of a mirror. In fact, br though, the snake's only daughter is a lamb.