The life-weaver's cove
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Resides in a dagger's glint.
Sunshine crowns the serpent's womb;
Earth's screaming horizon glides across
the forehead of a new-born being.
Swivel beneath the skin, mangled cords, bearing
Good and Evil,
Clings on the dead twin child,
The other, bloodied.
Implode the heavenly bodies.