Forked Tongues Redeployed…

What is the need for life? Now death Is the serpent contained in your breath? The kiss of the world is a forked tongue Is it not? 'Quench full your heart till its rung.' Let it be so coiled-up it devours oneself. Release your inner demons, skin yourself. Peel back those doubting layers of torment Uncoil self-aware out of every malcontent. Grow silver-haired memories of despair Now allow them to wither, make their lair. What do you care, in these golden days? If a serpent finds no warmth as it lays. If it has crawled under a desert rock Let it thirst cold until it has taken stock. What is energy? What is all this matter? Why can't neither one be simply the latter? Answer-is - they can't be destroyed? Both contain forked tongues, redeployed.