Low dreaming

Risk gravitas,
we welcome in the new python,
radiation snake
slithers over our heads,
twisting in the sunset.

The trees outside my window
are moving and talking,
their bodies melding together.

Music theory
and silence kept me awake,
though I tremble
in the darkness, always alone
at 3 in the fucking morning,
waiting for a sigh
or a sign, I guess.

It would seem
my mind will play chess
with the devil,
and not give a damn.
I awake in a strange bed
and then realize
I'm still dreaming.