Myriad of Peep-Holes - The 3rd and the Mortal

The nimbus of the moon

Resting on a bitch — dark sky

Pierced by a needle

A myriad of peep — holes

Illuminating

The moist earth against my ear

Hear the moles industrious search for a lair

Who throws the serpents swimming in the air

By the birches

Wings are trembling

The beetle buzzes

Waving its feelers

Come drink with me

The moonbeams will make us reel

Who throws the serpents dancing in the air