“Taking photographs has set up a chronic voyeuristic relation to the world which levels the meaning of all events…The omnipresence of cameras persuasively suggests that time consists of interesting events, events worth photographing.”

—Susan Sontag, In Plato’s Cave

silently it slithers

serpentine

—satanic

leaves

alliteratively a-rustle

it carves a wake- (funerary?)

hence-lifetime

of snapped twigs

& naturally

dreams

a faint gleam

lunar

(thus portentous)

light on its flesh

or through it:

translucent

its latest meals laid bare

it swallows

moon

leaves

trail

translucency

verily, it is an ouroboros:

sisyphean self-digestion:

an act of mythic

collaboration

it shits

them all out

corroded

in consumptive vitriol

essences extracted

for your viewing pleasure