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The snake is uncoiling
Hissing can be heard.
Something has penetrated
The soul of the bird
The energy rises
Up through the bones
The bird remembers
The time of the crone
The centres are whirling
The colours are bright
Making their way
Up to the light
Aware of the world
Layer on layer
The snake becomes
The deadly slayer
Bright light is blinding
There is a fire
The bird emerges
From the flames of the pyre
Death has come
And gone past
The seed has grown
Above ground at last
And so it begins
At the end
The wheel has turned
Once again my friend