The warm glow of light, and the stiff smell of parchment,
The rolling edge of my pen smears an even layer of ink to form a letter, Which in turn forms a word and then a sentence...
A sentence, slinking and slithering like a serpent
unnoted until it strikes, violent like the Mamba or the Taipan, quickly making it's point(.) A period...Quiet...A pause in time...A moment or an eternity...To breathe...To see what life is if not knowledge.
Knowledge the venom of the sentence. Seeping into your mind constantly molding and forming, boiling and storming, creating opinions and thoughts...Alowing you to discover and determine the true use of the serpent like sentences intellectual toxins.




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