Ouroboros. One whole loop.
The enormous cobra goes around the pond, holding its tail in its mouth.
The coal one spoke words of portent in an otherworldly tongue.
Its voice was a rumble of thunder, spilling across normal borders.
It will shake.
the clouds that had grown into towers while I stood
have also grown down in that mirror,
have also grown dark in that mirror.
those onyx clouds below look bottomless, a void.
For all the world it could be an eye.
I look at the sky. The surface of that ceiling is
a reflection of the pool below.
Now I can see it clearly:
one colossal organ looks down on us, open:
ogle themselves. One in the cosmos,
the great orbs flick across to stare straight over
in my direction. But I can’t cope:
in the same moment,
the cornea in the sky is covered -
the oculus gone, concealed, closed.