We must kiss the snake on the tongue,
if it senses our fear, it will eat
us instantly. But if we kiss it
without fear, the snake will take us
through the garden and out the gate.
To our freedom -we must ride this
snake. To the end of time.
Pause. He has instilled a flux of fear in the group.
I think I’m fucked up. I’m not
You’re fucked up John. Go with it,
confusion is the sound of creation.