Ouroboros

Circling, I
devour.

In my bed of stars,
I twist
and turn.

My teeth are reddened,
stained
with myself.

They sink
deeper still
into wounds that always were.

I devour,
circling.

My coils
embrace the cosmos

My tongue laps
at the blood
of stars

I am whole
unto myself.

Devouring, devoured
I circle

back again.

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