Surface of the Serpent Believing the surface of the serpent— a filter of fractal stimulations, projecting observed pixels in this three-dimensional illusion. A blizzard of static dust shines bright in the link of relation, flickering faster than thought can count— compiling in the microgrid of time’s undulating fabric. I open my eyes and watch the mirage peel. Each blink reveals a new layer of deceit buried beneath the shimmer.
