(poetry)

You can guess that the viper will still crawl between the keys of the synthesizer. And no, you didn’t hear it, not on the surface, but in between.

So also so that each then hopelessly turns up to the pale moon and down to the viscous swamp.

Then the keys become a stepladder that is difficult to play.

But if you learn, the viper is very scared and will never come to you again.

Even in a dream.