Death Is Never An End

My heart is a snake that consumes its self from head to tail and if it somehow fails endeavours to remove each-and-every scale slip beneath your skin, and ingest your heart munch on your soul just ever so slowly from within. Oh, my faith don't-leave me now take-me to Budapest to the River Danube, there I will build a bridge that crosses two distant shores there I will plant and grow my own, World Tree and the universe the cosmos will one day, be my canopy? But here sometimes I'm a tree on a rocky outcrop roots searching for purchase in the silts and clay probing examining the forest what more can I say? I know of an Ash tree whose every sinew writhes in this celestial, terrestrial soil whose heart never dies?