Oroborous

A snake crawled into my eye today.
He slithered around my pupil, an Ouroboros of the mind.
His scales brightly flashed dark colors birthed in non-Euclidian maths.

source: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Ouroboros.png
source: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Ouroboros.png

He was born from a vaguely lotus shaped blob in the middle of my vision.
The petals were the exact hue of daytime winter lightning.
The blob appeared when the elevator-caused vertigo wrapped clammy fingers around my temples.

source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sacred_lotus_Nelumbo_nucifera.jpg
source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sacred_lotus_Nelumbo_nucifera.jpg

Eventually, the snake slithered off my eye and down my neck.
My scalp pulled away from my neck, bunching in anticipation of a venomous strike.

I can feel him waiting.
Waiting to encircle my head, the roots, my Yggdrasil.

Source: From Northern Antiquities, an English translation of the Prose Edda from 1847. Painted by Oluf Olufsen Bagge.
Source: From Northern Antiquities, an English translation of the Prose Edda from 1847. Painted by Oluf Olufsen Bagge.

I hope he goes back to sleep.

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