I am the shadow that

snakes through the grass.

The oils it accrues

seep through a secret sky.

Each scale of assembled space

is a bright dilating eye.

They lead to the sacred tunnels.

They lead to the deep wells

of psychedelic water

and sweetened alkaline.

The lines around the lakes

glow deep with moonlit lime

reflected realms in whirlpools

of untied terrain

a planet like a wounded brain.