Spirit language.

There is a new spirit language I think I'm beginning to understand and speak fluently.
There's a new wind coming from the west.
New earth squishing between my toes.
I see shadows along white backgrounds in the dark I often think is a human.
I know it isn't.

In a flash, things change.
Disperse, digress.
We gain a chromosome.
We gain consciousness.
We transfer.

I dream of snakes as of late.
The two of them,
they breathe on me lightly,
cross over my wrists,
coil around my thighs,
talk to me sweetly,
go up inside.
Envelope my heart.
Help me peel back the skin.

We transfer hearts.
We transfer venoms.
We trade chromosomes.

I climb the walls to get away sometimes.
A pale horse appears below to take me away from it.
I do not know his name.
Only his spirit.

And we disperse, digress once again.
Peel apart more skin.
Find new stones within.

And the new wind comes.

I take up a new name.